Thoughts recollected in Tranquility

Stoned to reality

When everything was lost

I turned to him

I asked him to open his arms

And hold it straight

So that I could feel safe

On Earth’s face

At least for a while

At least for a while.

But he chose to bend down

And take a stone in his hand

Not a perfectly round one

One with ragged edges

And he

Threw it on my face

It made me bleed in red so light

And it did hurt but

I’m thankful to him

Because it brought me back to reality

stoned me backed to reality.


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