Writer, Wines & Wild Things – linktr.ee/atticuspoetry
From the comments:
I’m tired of meeting the same person in different bodies, the same white canvas. With no guidance, no destination. Infinite mirrors of people we don’t want to be but we can’t stop being. The same trickster that hides in the shadows an infinite chasms of broken pieces in unreachable vaults. A society of statues drowning beneath the plaster. I am tired of being part of a society that sees other humans as one meter deep pools, when in reality we are oceans, full of light and imperfect darkness that contrasts and makes us human. A society that looks wide-eyed in amazement when the pain of anyone’s humanity bleeds and becomes visible. If we are all broken then we ought to let the light in through the cracks.