Yesterday, I had a cloth on
Some might call it an underwear
But it doesn’t matter right?
I made it that way
For the sole purpose of knowing I can
I love the feeling of it on my skin
You might wonder what it looks like
If it’s warm and soft
Or cold and coarse
Like you already believe
Today, I wear nothing
I’m free but not really free
You might not notice any of these
Not when you’re wondering
What my fingers do in the dark
If they seek pleasure and release
What if I tell you that all they do
Is crack open the window
For a view of the moon
What if all they do
Is seek a warm hand to hold
Would you believe me?
Tomorrow, I don’t know what I am
I wish to be a bird
Free of thoughts and pain
Do you think it’s possible?
To live as another version of yourself
Maybe not you entirely
‘Cos you don’t really recognise it
But that magic
Of being you but not you
And the beauty
One of my numerous unconscious scribbles. No idea why I'm sharing since I'm happy today. Tell me what you make of it.
