Euphoria
“I am he as you are he and we are all together.”
Bright Colors
Tidal Waves
A Complete Sense of Euphoria.
I myself cannot see
what’s left
in front of me.
The World Before
me is a never-ending
Acid Trip.
But
Why an
Acid Trip.
I Myself
am Not
an Addict
But
I like to think of myself
like one.
2 years old
witnessing my mother
do unspeakable things.
Makes me take
my Imaginary Acid
and fly away.
“Cruz in
the sky
with diamonds”
Looking Back
I’ve done this
many times.
Left the world
only to arrive
in my trippy paradise.
I would leave
an unaccepting
hell-hole.
I would escape
a crazy abusive
grandmother.
I would run
far, far away
from my troubles.
In my eyes,
worries seem to just
disappear.
The Loud neighbors
are dust
in the wind.
Gun shots
down the block
don’t exist.
And my mother?
My mother’s
addiction
was a treasure.
Growing up
I’ve began to thank
my mother.
Leaving this horrible
world for a
sanctuary of happiness.
Has taught me
to see the world
in bright colors.
And I am he
as you are he
and we are all together.
We are all together
in a land of endless
Euphoria.
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