when I was young
I hurt my eyes
staring into the sun
for days after
the image of the sun
was fused into my mind…
I came out of nowhere
but that don’t mean a thing when
you’re twelve years old I was always a
book worm because knowledge is
power while ignorance only forges shackles every saturday morning I’d head to the
library always the library the temple
of knowledge my sanctum
sanctorum the source of my power where the blinding light of reason flooded my busy retinas and fed my hungry mind I was sparked into being in the cauldron of ideas I learned to question everything as everything questioned me to think about my thinking because that’s what I am that’s what I understand
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