(another piece written on 15. 09. 13 at Prairie Lights)
You can’t escape your mind
the rubble of the whirlwind that raged through your mind
You can’t escape your thoughts
the winding labyrinth spreading like a virus
sprouting everywhere like mushrooms,
rooted in the pregnant air of life
demanding you to make it through,
to uncover its secrets
since they can’t on their own
You can’t escape your dreams
soft, seemingly innocent
clouds of white-
are they white?
Is not white the compound of all colours,
all fears, dreams,
And don’t cloud sometimes pour rain?
They’re never just there
and they’re never gone
ready to unleash their presence
whenever we start to believe
that they are only there to please the eyes.