in open air
That’s how I wait for her
by the window
in my phone
Drag the curtain
for a tone
Writer or not, we are here to tell a story and no other will be as complex, as beautiful, as unique as yours.
Use your feet as pen and watch out for the twists;
the world is your paper, so let the ink pour out from your mind.
I there sitting and the wind
Each falling leaf an experience
Each fallen leaf a regret
cutting her own hair
in front of the mirror
while I watched it fall
like leaves in autumn.
Simple as that
I no longer feared the winter.
We keep searching for perfection in each new dent.
And the street was a lane,
and the rest was sidewalk.
They say one day this one car came,
but I think it’s silly talk.
I feel my knees cold as the paths unfold before me.
You see the mist where there is none and you stop walking
You hear the words when no one is talking and you are frozen
And the wind blows
And the music plays
You let yourself be carried away with foggy vision
And you melt when singing but out of tune
Love is diving blind
from up there and no parachutes
hoping to land on the right arms