Mental illness is alive and well. A half-moon is sending me a glance. You don’t have to think deep to realize this is a proof that our souls are now on the safe track. It is following the desperate helter-skelter attempts of ours to capture the stars that were falling out of the firmament.
I am feeling very comfortable.
Maybe I don’t need passionate interpretations anymore.
The armor of mental illness protects our souls with great care. The half-moon is even sending me a faint smile. Several birds looking very tiny from a distance are flying away in a cluster. It is because we can’t leave the scene of the dreams that are more real than real no matter how efficacious medications we may be taking.
© Ryang Suh 2018.06.17
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