Spookychild’s writings

2-3-2024

 

What am I doing

Why do I care anyway

It’s not like they would

What is the problem

With my mind made up

Doesn’t matter let it go

 

You see it’s the same

Only a certain type understand

I am only half here

The other part of me

Is on the page I see

In the words I write

 

Floating high on a cloud

To see the snow above

The rain down below

To see a million stories at once

To feel a thousand emotions

I am not part of the crowd

 

Unless you comprehend this

Or appreciate the passion

Do not try to understand

This is not a passing fancy

I am this great creator

I am one in a billion trillion

 

Constellations abound

I am among the stars

They cannot see it yet

Their thoughts limited here

Only in the now do they exist

I am so much more than that

 

Do not try to contain me

Don’t pretend to apprehend

I cannot be reigned or controlled

This is my space and time

This is when I rise from the ashes

And float among the cosmos