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 status, wondering why candies and compasses were not enough to light up this dark night of wishes and kisses to be lost and found in the already too late to forgive the heart from beating too hard.

Ver. 3

Who do you think you are, playing tricks on my priorities?
I already told you 100 times maybe I didn’t, maybe I ate too many babies, a trillion pizza slices with the wrong cherries, self-delivery by what was cooked for 34.11 years.
You sneaked into the biodegradable cardboard, frostbites from paddling all night, I took a bite without opening the box, and had a surprisingly sweet taste that felt just right, so I decided to eat you whole, with problems and flaws and errors and common sense that wasn’t that common, but my wild side took the dangerous route of ingesting digesting and ingesting again this organic connection I chew you…