opposites that exist that can not exist
oximoron
beautiful nightmare
peaceful world
if you can ignore everyone else
there are days I feel forced to bend beyond what I can, and then am I broken? I feel broken, and in being broken am I then made whole? (like a horse taught to take a human rider?) Does the I even exist, are we not all a part of the cosmos? Are the atoms that made me so much older than me, is that an oximoron, or some kind of juxaposition?
Moira Levant © May 29 2018