Collective Me

My mind is like a fleet of rainbows,

My soul a swarm of fears,

My heart a flock of senses,

My eyes a shoal of tears…

And a forest of dry rain

Composes sweet storms in my ears.

My thoughts are a galaxy of taunting strings,

My wishes a garden of desires,

My feelings like a graveyard of flowers,

My doubts a detuned symphony of wings.

In my hands there’s an atlas of tries,

In my feet a net of dust and mould;

My lips whisper libraries of lies

And, when my ocean of blood turns cold,

My veins burn up like hordes of butterflies.

Contradictory conditions,

Conditional contradictions,

Collective singular…

They are the tides that sink my star,

The eclipse that engulfs my sea.

They are the love that burns but leaves no scar,

The inner I don’t have inside of me!