BallPointMy pen comes and goes.I always have it, but it takes me a while to get a hold of it from time to time.I have been in a time where I have gone into my own cave and investigated myself.Open the eyes and the heart. Without leaving my guard down. It doesn’t bother me lately I guess I’m one of those people who needs to get away from things from time to time on my own.
It’s been a while since Not really…I guess life comes my way and I forget that writing is something that does me good and frees me a lot.Carved my own shell and have taken refuge inside of it.Sometimes it hurts, of course; but enjoying it, I enjoy it.Not because they’ve hurt me, more because I’m in need of my own wants.
I’ve written anything Its ball is the only thing that goes rollingAllowing myself to feel the way I do, with no restraints, spending, and enjoying my time with me…Mon petit cocon.I miss it when I leave it for a while, and I long to return to it. I need my pen.
Poem: Milena Batiz Comic: Lea Ebeling 10 x 10 cm, fineliner on carton Group exhibition: „Decolonize Your Mind“, July 11th, 2024 Café Karanfil, Berlin
