The unflinching attitude to negativity is what keeps us alive
Adored, adorned, adopted, adapted
Smell of dried and burned grass and garlic
Seeping through all our pedagogic minds.
When a pair of blue eyes open up
And the smell of a faint body lotion on her skin
Screaming on the top of her lungs with pleasure or pain
God knows what.
Stands out, stands in, stands better, stranded
Elephant man is as beautiful as her tattoo of a sparrow
But confused as life is
A symbol just to show that we love breathing
Without knowing that we do
She pulls out her notebook with non-glare white paper
With glaring dark ink and reads out
Eyes closed I listen and try hard to imagine
A black diary thrown in a trash
A line that divides two people
Inside against outside, outsider looking in
Insider looking out
At a sparrow.
