Transplanted
The daughter of no one, seasons pass me by trying to drown me with there colorful leaves and rain- freezes my soul with sub-zero temperatures, burns my mind with high temperatures but, I am not affected by nature. No. I am not of this world.
Cut me with words, cut me with knives and rejection- I won’t bleed. I laugh, sometimes, sometimes I laugh hard but tears of joy, sadness and rage still are a distant memory. So distant, they may have never happened at all.
Enter me hard, pump fast, let your ambition trickle down on me in the form of sweat onto my dry body. You will wear yourself out from exhaustion, frustration, I never reach a loss of control- No, not of this world at all.
In a state of panic, desperation, running after love I fell. I fell hard. I fell for miles, days or maybe months- no watch could tell the time, the lack of sunlight didn’t allow for any calculation of days. I was no longer in this world. This, I knew.
When I reached the other side, there was no hookah-smoking caterpillar nor tardy rabbit but, everything did seem quite different. Shock surpassed me, my new strength felt natural, expected from the fall. I had been to a place few had gone.
I had been afar so long, all the human qualities I once possessed are as ancient as the pyramids. Not of this world-me-not anymore that’s for sure.