Becoming

Looking for
Little corners
For my secret
Madness

Things that would
Comfort it
-Would let it be
Things like coffee
Cigarettes
Alcohol
Movies
Pot
Travel
Poetry

Places where
I can't be seen
But still mean
Something
Becoming objects
Of the frame
Of a stranger's eye
Easily missed
And just being

Looking for
New people
For my secret madness
People that would
Comfort it
Would let me be
People like you
Me
Silent
Strange
Fun
Ordinary
Simple
People with whom
I can be
And mean something

Becoming children
Of our own self

In a way
Becoming significant
In front
Of our own
Eye