Drifting By Jasen Sousa
Drifting
Weight off my body starts to drift,
I catch my tears in my palm and sip.
Nourished by my pain,
flourishing from what lives in my brain.
Stuck in a realm somewhere between life and death
where I inhale weightless breaths.
Words on this page float in space,
look in a mirror and cannot make out a clear image of my face.
Pulled by external forces,
material comes from unknown sources.
Sunset, I try to find out where it hides?
If I let it go, it will disappear to the same place where my soul resides.
I wait for it to rise, time flies,
will I get a clear vision in my eyes before time dies?
A place where there are no stars, no skies,
no hellos , no goodbyes.
My body is numb,
can’t get enough feeling to run.
Every image in my mind begins to glisten,
afraid to let go, not sure what I will miss?
Listen. Everything around me is turning and twisting,
my body slowly lifting
to another plane of existence,
drifting…
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
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Weight off my body starts to drift,
I catch my tears in my palm and sip.
Nourished by my pain,
flourishing from what lives in my brain.
Stuck in a realm somewhere between life and death
where I inhale weightless breaths.
Words on this page float in space,
look in a mirror and cannot make out a clear image of my face.
Pulled by external forces,
material comes from unknown sources.
Sunset, I try to find out where it hides?
If I let it go, it will disappear to the same place where my soul resides.
I wait for it to rise, time flies,
will I get a clear vision in my eyes before time dies?
A place where there are no stars, no skies,
no hellos , no goodbyes.
My body is numb,
can’t get enough feeling to run.
Every image in my mind begins to glisten,
afraid to let go, not sure what I will miss?
Listen. Everything around me is turning and twisting,
my body slowly lifting
to another plane of existence,
drifting…
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
©