Close to my head a monster lurks. Although she seems tranquil, her sounds
She's dangerous, but delicate. There's a music to her roar, a gentleness.
Like most beings, there's more to her. Underneath
the thick cover--skin--lies her heart.
Blub bum blub bum blub bum blub bum. It's melodic
like the song of her soul. Yet, she
She's afraid of walls
just as she is afraid of
Walls treat her as equal, encouraging her to find light. And for this she runs deep
into her own mind.
Just as those who fear her, she runs--retreating.
And it makes sense to
to be where it is silent. Where loneliness has settled in the air, and everything feels
I understand her.
She is an elegant beauty dressed for a ball with no one to accompany
I am an intelligent being with no one to understand me. We are one,
she and I.
And it seems it has always been like this.
In some cosmic way
but when our presences collide
it is well.