perhaps

Perhaps there is nothing more to say Or think Anylonger Perhaps what is today was written By my hands In a sphere where I visited In between lives of the human kind Perhaps my soul is as ancient as this universe Born with the energy that created the stars Perhaps I spent timeless time in shaping The curve of my breasts And my legs My waist and my hips with a wet paintbrush dipped In the colors of sand and plants all at once Perhaps my deepness Is not just within my body But within my soul That has infinite layers Of ancient knowledge * * * when I sit and really think all of my life seems like a dream undone and redone past present mixed in the palette where skin collected now it stretches Scars of pain Are not so simple To heal To begin and end with you in my arms Our breathes and bodies Intertwined with our minds and souls So much has changed Yet nothing has changed at all Am I awake? Or am I in Vanilla sky- remaking my reality To what I wish it had always been