san cristobal de las casas, chiapas.
so i thought i’d write a sonnet just cause
i’m of ideas of eternity,
way past beyond the sense of human laws,
and at some point, i’ll finally be free.
in my country was able to find me.
had to leave the chaos and confusion
cause all that noise was simply distracting.
i yearn independent dispositions.
thus then travel unravels some secrets.
our third became open to see way past.
letting go of our shared ancient regrets.
all blurred towards a future which will pass.
so why the fuck then are you so worried
when not part of the story in his)story.