I'm an Alien, I'm a Mexican alien in Mother Earth
I was 5 or 6 years old at the most and I remember that every single night I would stare dreamily at the night sky from my bedroom window. At that age without understanding why I thought " I don't belong here, I belong with the stars". I simply LOVED watching those bright celestial bodies, and still do of course. I never felt as if I "belonged" here. I wanted to go "home'.
My father and I never missed one…Continue
I just found this poem, I wrote it in 1994. English is not my native language, but I write in English, (wonder why) so there may be some misspelled words. Thank you for taking the time to read it. Namaste
Silence, I beg you, Come now!
Strike my soul with your sounds.
Help my volatile mind