I went for a walk when it started to rain.
Weird, weird country.

My cutie pie. 🤎

It's a seasonal disease
That I sense I can't picture the gentleness of a flower
At times I feel very dry
To the point I won't understand the secret of a beauty that is surrounding me endlessly
For my body that would be too numb
And for my mind, that is a little empty

How I'd spend the days focusing on
All the symptoms of a life that is ever more consuming
Forgetting that even nature is breathing
When I am a drowning in a delightful puddle
Gasping for air, that should be everywhere around me
But I cannot perceive

It must be the invisibility of its kind
That would take me to a different dimension
Where the here and now cannot coexist
And so I keep wandering blindly, recklessly
As if fog was some sort of yellow cage
In which you are locked from the inside

You hid the keys in a place you cannot recall the name of
For it was dark and the vision would blur Therefore you've been excessively in a hurry
As you wished to run and never go back
Since freedom was never an option in the promised land

And thus, you patiently wait for the day the sun will finally reveal its beam
Until it strikes you that no cage has ever had windows
And so maybe you won't see
As your eyesight begins to grow dim and your strength fails, slowly.

(Untitled, 2025 May 22)