I woke up before the sun and the shadows guided me in my unfamiliar commute to my new routine As soon as I had my back to the outside and very few windows in sight a different world became my reality, until the end of the day when I retraced the same route in the other side of the road, this time with strangers, sweat, and litter accompanying me.
(Sept 1 2015)
Kid Zee
poetry from a man called Ticket
cold bones, warm heart,
Speaking of a pace to rest his clay.
Wanting to share and care,
in order to receive.
Kee is how I introduced myself.
A stranger for now,
a friend to become --
if that is how the cards are delt.
...I miss the familiar systems we had and how much truth and love they contained, whether laughing together or slowly making it through another hard day.
...I want to be aware of staying strong in my passion and truth even while learning to swim in these new waters.
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