Friday, June 13, 2014


I drive to the sun
almost everyday
dressed up the same as the days
when we used to sit by the trees
which changed colors,
ruffling my hair on my own and
mumbling as if I can whisper to you
and then this crazy kid
comes by running with his
crazy ball which has no respect for gravity
and it makes me want to jump through the cliff
bursting like some firework
changing colors like the trees,
it makes me want to disappear
like I'm only a visitor to none of this happening
but the baby cries and it wakes me up
every time when I can only
trace my way back to some house
I never live in

1 comment:

Blasphemous Aesthete said...

You're erratic, and yet there's pattern to that. I don't see it yet, but I have started to feel it. Run.Harder.

Blasphemous Aesthete