dry wind
slaps me awake
a reminder to my consciousness
of breathing lungs
of pumping blood
i look around
its all the same
a city, a crowd, a group,
of people smiling, laughing, crying,
of faces unfamiliar
some smile at me
and some wave
some glance, some stare.
some walk up to me, ask my name
i make them laugh , laugh myself.
Another encounter -- my heart flutters
just to break
when they ask my name again
fervor connections,
ardor bonds,
once eternal, now lost
beyond the moon
behind the sun
i envy the stars, i envy them.
every night, i beg and plead
to let me be a part of them
still they refuse,
a harsh tone.
where do i belong
if not the sky or the earth?
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 2:00 PM UTC
dry wind
slaps me awake
a reminder to my consciousness
of breathing lungs
of pumping blood
i look around
its all the same
a city, a crowd, a group,
of people smiling, laughing, crying,
of faces unfamiliar
some smile at me
and some wave
some glance, some stare.
some walk up to me, ask my name
i make them laugh , laugh myself.
Another encounter -- my heart flutters
just to break
when they ask my name again
fervor connections,
ardor bonds,
once eternal, now lost
beyond the moon
behind the sun
i envy the stars, i envy them.
every night, i beg and plead
to let me be a part of them
still they refuse,
a harsh tone.
where do i belong
if not the sky or the earth?