Observer and I

she sits alone watching a world of her own appearing lost but she is not she wants to understand and know much more which when her 'she' is 'I' she cannot know the order, the light amidst the chaos and fright the unsolicited incite that deflect her might the illusory contours that keep her ashore the obscure metaphors that chain her to her yore the twisted crossroads that debilitate her will the monochromes, the shadows that hold her still it's then when she faces so many ‘why’s’ that she let's the Observer become the I

Journey in...

pandemonium inundated
a chaotic mind
not knowing 
where to dive
I plunged inside
a tunneled inroad
that's how it seemed
feelings interspersed 
in layers deep
as I unraveled
I was touched by
what I unearthed
a free spirit that
danced in mirth
enchanted with all
the kosher love-in
thus, began
my journey in...