Euphorically Stoned Head
Amaya Banks
I see words of affirmation waving at me as they play tag in the
clouds. Penny, the sun, and the warm breeze of the day serenely
keep me company. Stress couldn’t make it, fear canceled last minute,
and anger simply didn’t show up. My mind is one with nature, I have
seasons too.
Warm, Cold, Windy, Still.
Rain, Sun, Snow, Drought.
When the weather changes people go where they will be comfortable
and unbothered. They either go inside or outside. I’ll just be here.
I miss my friend but she is now nature, so we have synced.
Coral Honeysuckle to nourish, Bee Balm for fun.
Everything is beautifully real and here in my face.
I no longer see the playful words.
But they have left their mark on me.
I saw the world differently just like the world probably sees me.
Is it wrong to allow earth to help you escape the world?
Do you think I care where you’ve been or what you’ve done?
Do you really want someone who would leave when they saw the parts you keep hidden?