notion 116.

i’m flying high.
hello, the birds.
i love the clouds.
everything sleeps,
but nothing seems
peaceful to me.
there is chaos.
children crying.
how far till home?
how much longer?
to disappear?
finally rest
my old tired bones,
and all the world
can go away.
i wouldn’t mind.
how much longer?
how far till home?

08.15.2005.

notion 117.

when i say home,
i’m thinking of
an imagined place
i haven’t been.
not there yet, cause
i do not know
where it is at.
i’ve only dreamt
there has to be
a place for me.
people like me,
no dirty looks.
people smiling
regardless of
how one may look.

08.15.2005.