TRANSPARENCY XXII.

“mi corazón…where else?”

Apartment keys…love lockdown, should only belong to me

The witness to the guidance of what I bring

The pen does write smoothly when I start to gather myself and think

Hand over my face, the bottom of the forbidden sink

I rest on busy days

At this altitude, what else can I really say

How I comprise my own feelings

At these places, all I could do was stay

Thrown into the abyss of what really lies within the truth

Behind closed doors, are you really dealing with you?

Undiscovered plot holes, the cinema of don’ts and dos

Redirect my vision, just to speak to you…

I’m a master at making patterns

The lands I shift, growing more into a disaster