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Candies & Compasses
Disoriented bittersweetness
Ver. 1
Drifted far enough where excuses no longer made sense
A bag full of candies and compasses
just in case
The wind didn’t listen to my innermost desires
Hesitantly, in no one’s grass, ashore
The full white moon and the black water told
Even the clouds were gliding mountain tops
To nourish imagination from turning home
My bag full of military answers, independent
I walk a foreign body, a dummy pulled by a magnet
Something in the boats, the compass didn’t let
To ignore Carl Jung’s invisible unlearned secret
Inviting fresh thoughts to turn brackish
Abnormal but possible flying fish
My lil deep down wish
A goodnight kiss
Ver. 2
Who am I, a little dot
In nothing, I float
What do I deeply want
And why do I paddle in shallow dangerous waters against the stream of my throat saying out loud in clear grammatic chords voicing out foreign words Latin songs romantic wind blows the map, where do we go?
I am alone on this raft, but not lonely because someone is following me or pulling me or telling me or inviting me to the extra mile where silence said bad-goodbye to yesterday’s…