I think I know why
at times,
my attachments felt dry;
because I am a wind
and while the world is pinned
I will drift away.
Into the sunset,
into the deep-wet that
hides the world’s secrets.
I will sink.
The people I knew will be memories
and I long for them as the people I knew.
Quite few, my ones true.
They will call me, out of the blue
and I will wish them well with silky words and smiles
and insufficient answers on why I am hidden.
They want me near them.
I wish I understood
where people found the energy
to be real
and to be real-fake
and to be fake-fake
and to be fakest
because I can’t be arsed about the effort.
(Rhyming
Reflection Assignment: Tucson by Lapulta, literature
Literature
Reflection Assignment: Tucson
Phoenix is the Valley of the Sun. It’s blue, fiery, yellow; deep brown. The nights aren’t noticeable; the stars disappear with so much shine from below. The sunrises are flaming and too warm. The days are what you really notice when you visit – a deep piercing blue, or the kind of dusty sky that stretches from mountain to mountain. It covers everything, brightens everything, and holds everything dear under its encompassing vastness. I love it. Phoenix is the desert and the sky; it’s my home.
I think Tucson is the Valley of the Sunset: clear, deep, sunshiny blue, orange, and red. The days are not always noticea