All these things that clutter my life,
Countless possessions.

I am privileged.

But to be free from all this would be a dream.
To be able to carry everything I wanted on my back would be liberation.

The things I own tie me down, I am dependant on them. I yearn to be free from them.

And yet people are impoverished at the expense of my cluttered life.
That I, myself am not even content with.

Humanity has made the world a repugnant place to live.

You are just a vague piece of memory perhaps,
Swirling around my mind like a heap of smoke.

This ordinary smoke seems to be so alluring, that
It summons my mind to a place where your presence can always be felt.

I know there is no such place though.
Its just another strange calling, which every heart yearns for....

I know there is no You and
There is no Us...
Perhaps there is only this smoke...
Giving me company in my solitude.