onlooker

first memory is yellow
it's light and full of air
followed by some heavier darker
place
rooms without light
filled with anger and fear
and bathed in incomprehension

of me
the onlooker

looking
not knowing
just taking it in

thinking
normal

began to keep the circle closed
dont invite trouble

live without visitors

be the sun
you don't need anyone's help
to shine

Faraway wind calls my name

It's night
And dark
And cold

But it's warm in here
But it's
Quiet

Just the tick tick tock

Faraway and close i hear
Wind sound fx

A long repressed and maligned
Pain
Calls my name

I hear it

It's scared
Telling me
What are ya doing?
Or is it asking me

But it feels like telling
Warning

Worry
And live not
And
Love me not
On a white white cloudy day

Chip chip chip
Away
To the heart
A
Way
To
The
Heart