Human

Are we afraid of being human?

Everybody smell expensive perfume and

walking with no changing face

Were is the feeling for human space

Why are we hiding between shoes, coats and bones

Why are we not smelling our own pheromones

The moment of a feeling has past

ever so transparent at last

crying and swings are just for kids somebody said

why are you afraid?

There is a full moon waiting for you

What else is there to do

Show that naked skin

and let the moon light in

Don’t let covers and layers of status bury your spine

Just swing and jump

You will be just fine

-Angelica Rosenstam

 

 

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