WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?
the absence of self identity & uncertainty towards the future
I might go out, I can’t stay in again, The prickling in my skin won’t leave me be,
It’s lucid, wandering as a dream and
I can feel their eyes on me.
They’ve asked; “What will you do?
Where’ll you go?”
As if I’d be so certain of my motives,
There is no easy fix with this, only
The itch that’s lurking in my mind
Waiting so patiently to come Alive, be free.
Photography and poetry
By Dasha K