Just my thoughts

Today I was a sad poet. Medusa. Devouring the shadows on the ceiling. Stretching. Hour after hour. The tip of the pencil leads. Three drops of blood on a white sheet of paper. It all made me feel farther away from the earth. Above to the stars. Absolutely. Thoughts full of contradictions. Sun in my misty eyes. Today I am close to cyan. I am learning about myself.  I am learning about this whole world. Today it is different. Everyone says that the world is bad, evil, cruel. In my reality - not. My world is beautiful even in sadness. Inside today I am misty. Barely perceptible.

I - at the bottom of an old rusty bath. But in the ocean. Ocean inside of me. I am the ocean.

I am wearing a light dress of cyan colour. In my hair only memories. Pass me - happiness barely perceptible. But I am caught.