awakening

Do you see?
What seems to be.
Lets try and relate,
Opening up to myself, its profound this kind of change.
Lets communicate.

One wont know,how I suppose
Things a little, over exposed
Feels like sticks and stones,
breaking bones

Forehead tickling,gleaming,bleeding,
Comfortably seducing,
Not what it used to be,
Ideology.

Trees a little closer now,
Saying what they used to be,
Why so dead?
How many more tears shed?
Many more affinities,
Divinities.

I wonder how ill disclose,
Things a little over exposed,
Feels like a dream,a joke,
Provoke.
Still a little over exposed.