Few reflects your light
Like the good-old moon
Most spear into the heart
With a five-pronged harpoon

depends
it all depends
on too many variables
that aren’t detectable
mostly until during or
after the damages

When I say
Love is in the air
I don’t mean it’s near me
Or it’s around the corner
Like most of you would
I mean it in a way more like;
The bird’s in the air
The plane’s in the air
The spaceship’s in the air
Without cursing at the planner
Yet, in an unreachable manner