It’s like the exciting mundanity of a hot day,
senses overwhelmed by season flowers
It’s like the smart of cutting lemons
with a papercut.
It’s like the uncertainty of cooking a new dish
with new ingredients
not knowing whether it’ll work.
It’s like a tequila shot
blisters stings burns;
soothed with salt and lemon.
It’s like walking along a beach
and knowing you’ll always
have sand in your shoes.
It’s like running
for ever not stopping in no particular direction because you forgot to check a map.
It’s like falling
but knowing you can fly
but knowing you may choose not to.
The light that shines so bright
Casts an even darker shadow.