Senka Maya Rasic

I will plant flowers Where I grow Where my feet land I will sow a meadow Excuse the smell of Roses They are deliberate Planned Thought out Nurtured Through the Manure of the Past Fertilised By tears and regret Yes, they are pink Would you have Considered them Any other color? Yes, They have thorns. I left them in case The enemies approach. You know, The enemies… The ones who Gave you shit You had to process To make manure In the first place. So, I will plant roses As you watch them grow...

There is always a choice Left and right Up or down Stop Before you rush Into the unknown Guided exclusively By random feelings Of what is Feel the choice Let it sit in your Bones Pause Before you act There is always a Choice Rest assured If nothing else You can be sure of That

In a different life I would be surrounded By flowers On a soft meadow Within a castle Yet I am here On the sofa Amidst the Furniture Clothes and dishes There is no point In dreaming I realize Life Has a way of Unfolding Mysteriously logical In it's own ways Without the option To fight the Path Life is not court You can't plea To judge that you are Not guilty The punishment is The existence you Have You can't ask the lawyer To defend you For smaller sentence The verdict is Existence You...