(in response to sky jewels)
I felt the heat from the sun as it seared fear through my skin-
blistering my heart-
pumping as I pulled the weeds from the hose moistened soil.
Remind me why I am dirtying my fingers?
“Smoke, nothing but smoke, the sun comes up-the sun goes down”
Is everything really meaningless?
I positioned myself under the tree- my heart gave way-
hope fell today.
Glancing towards your sun- jewels -burned into my eyes
left a fragment of this life.
Arrhythmia- bring me back —
I want to understand you.