Felt like a sting.
The harshness of spontaneity, when will touch be smooth?
My thoughts wander across oceans
It took no less than a day of breezy salt
That I could be happy
Even a woman like me with an affinity
Towards a difficult life.
He was unpleasant, I don’t blame him
One man’s trash
Another’s fuel for something else, at least.
Don’t you burn cow dung?
No time for jokes anymore,
Despite me shaking and sobbing
We are growing up. I look at my friends
Their soft angelic smiles
We were kids just yesterday
How long till we become like everyone else?
Frayed strings.
My heart wouldn’t bear it,
If I have still one left.
Turns out I am more serious about life
Than I thought I was
And exactly as selfish as I always knew.
In the bubbles of music
My throat is choking with an alarming sadness
Going away is never going out of fashion
Taking off,
Climbing up.
On nights like these when the tears stream
I remember I am perhaps always writing for someone.
How much of my father, mother or my brother
I can’t figure out I am
My foolish claims of becoming an ascetic
Will it come true?
Taking off and climbing away from the path commonplace
Who knows.