Everything Here
Sometimes, I need something to remind me I exist in the world and poetry usually brings both the questions and the answers. .. If we do not know who we are, then how can we find out what we are here for?
...I can't detach the nexus of unmet desires so I attach it with glue, set it to dry under the sun to loose myself off the claws of nostalgia, to alight at the range of where I mount the transport.
