These Two Poem by Adieny Nunez

Half way in- half way out
Lips so soft. Grass so smooth.
They say 'the only way to trust a person is to trust them.'
Easier said then done but why not.
Another soul, up against the wall, up against my fate with no escape.

Can't turn off my air- poor lions with no fire. Poor ego with no crowd.

Pure light- slow sunrise.
Contradict the obvious, now that's just crazy or part of the process?

These two- shall last- this truth shall pass. Unique souls traveling to be known- or found. I caught truth by a tree. It spoke so loud and highly of me, why thank you universe.