we are on a floating orb
an orb filled with butterflies, honey-bees, sprouts and human skin
how we talk about aliens
knowing, deep inside, that they are talking about us too
in their own weird language
talking about how we have an orb full of water and drought
talking about how we walk around on two sticks and have peach and chocolate colored skin and everything in-between
why we are so special
i am sure, that they're talking about us
right at this very moment
YOU ARE READING
Poppyseed
Poesia"Do you know how actually you are a flower? In the middle of its blooming?"
