Yellow Notebook #1

spilled
splashed
me
On my fingers, on its tips
can it disguise me?
can it engulf the identity that I no longer be?
it feels safe and warm
but i see vast fields, i wish not to go
i want to turn, retrace my steps
but where did the road go?
did it ever lead anywhere?
did it mean
a pit-stop, a chill?
i miss its vibration against the inside of my skin
the spell it cast of never-ending unknown
my learning, not yours

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