Filled

I stopped talkingI stopped thinking; filled with the rain of youpouring out of myselfI stopped wantingwhile getting everything I wantedand then wanting some morelike all the spaces needing to be filledall the air particles needing to be touched, and turnedthe entire world needing to be touchedgripped by my hands and feltbecause you encompass it

Hunger

My hunger for you What does it taste like? Arid earth without a drop of rain Tides of hot air that cut deep Into the skin Sounds of wind, taunting around ears Burning sands in wide, dry eyes An empty land One leafless tree with broken branches A lonely flesh Embraced in the arms ofContinue reading “Hunger”

My meaning of life

Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above I don’t care. This is my meaning of life.

Night cloud

Tonight I turn to the stars, faceless, Turn into night clouds, grey and transparent, rolling over the skies like a mystic. Tonight I stand atop the hill, slouched like an empty bowl, alone and crazy like a silent maniac While thunderstorms cut across And the grey seas snatch with temper Angry at me While IContinue reading “Night cloud”

Like a whiff of fresh air

They say you should “appreciate the finer things in life” like “enjoy the annoying company of people around you” or “don’t look at your phone while walking– look at the marvelous hoard of strangers in front of you” or “don’t put your headphones on when you’re outside, you should appreciate the beautiful screaming of people.”Continue reading “Like a whiff of fresh air”