The Last Adolescence
I fail to grasp this bohemian life, wandering aimlessly all-day seeking refuge. Sometimes resting upon your shoulders, there finding solace, at times escaping into myself, primarily stifled breaths; now in the blaze of this evening, seated with wounds inflicted. The fatigue of adolescence spreads through the body like dandelion seeds carried by the wind.
A spider breathes near the neck, and God, filling the oyster with a drop of water, uttered, ‘Pearl’.
