A lot of a lot

breathing in and out
breathing in and out
so many words
the beginning and ending
of the worlds words
the eternal loop from
word to word and to
the sound of silence
the sound of silence that overlaps
a lot of beginnings and endings
of words words and again words
a lot of words and voices
a lot of talking, talking and talking

a lot of a lot of things
the sound of eyes closing
lids clashing, open and shut
open and shut, open and shut
foots hitting the ground
left and right, left foot coming after the right and the same over and over and over and over and over the
beginning of the breath that goes in
to the ending of an exhale, breathe out and in and out and in
wind over wind, that speaks and speaks and speaks to me
and at last the last clashing of the lids
eyes shut to blank silence a vision less vision in a tubular void
in the dark, and the sound of silence
getting louder and louder and louder
it is never quiet in my mind and self that envies the ability of a needle in a clock
to move on second to second
and not dwell in the past

-Kaya

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A vague memory
of heaven behind me
I’ll walk up,
I’ll walk straight up with
cold teeth that shiver
blue gums, that bleed
cold nights with white sheets
and white eyes that don’t sleep

with fire beneath my red feet
that bleed, bleed and bleed
Follow my footprints
don’t be mistaken
for they do not lead

-Kaya

It’s not people that frighten me

It’s not people that frighten me
it’s their eyes, it’s the soul that hides within each eye, not only do they see- they judge, they think, they absorb. It’s the contrast between their whites and their color that project strength and create fear, it’s the inability to lose contact with that contrast, it’s impossible to lose connection from what makes you afraid but at the same time beautiful it brings you closer, it’s the fear of getting closer to something evil but irresistible. It’s the fear of losing yourself but loving it.

-Kaya