I carry a mask in my purse
for special occasions.
Turns out
wherever there’s people
there:
occasion

sometimes i watch the stars cry,
i watch the clouds turn gray,
and the sun to blue.
sometimes i watch the world run cold.
the rivers run dry,
the oceans waves level out,
the lakes stop rippling.
the world stops, and it breaks my heart.

i hate seeing you in pain.

I do not belong
to a person nor a place
nor to anything

6:16 PM
7/11/20