and as i settle down on the shaking swing under the dark clouds
i will be reminded when it was sturdy and sunny,
the pain that once meant the world to me didn't come up in my brain anymore
the friends that i once thought would live their life with me and disappeared like fog
because once when i cant walk, thats all i will remember,
the memories i couldn't trap inside the box in my wardrobe, as listless as ever
and my patient mother, listening to me rant about my friends
and this is the golden moment i should capture forever
but i nor my life is a butterfly or a good scenery
because the old man sitting on the bench wishes he could go back to be us
we are the moment, the reason why the stars are out of our reach
and we will rise to rule above all,
a hundred steps above from the ground and a thousand below the moon
because thats what our youth is for
all the foggy parts of my brain, all the fishes i couldn't suffocate in my aquarium
were meant to fly as far as they could,
where nemo couldn't catch them and bring them back into the small cage of my head
and once in a while, the branches you grew would fall upon one of them
but thats all right, as long as i have you inside my cage
and tomorrow, when i lie in the hospital bed with dry air surrounding me
this will be the last moment i dream off
because after all, the old man knows that life is a creation if our mind and nothing more
YOU ARE READING
life is still going on
Poesiaa book which you might relate to written eloquently with my limited vocabulary a book where the feelings i didn't know i felt were translated into habits and now will be written into words. because that's communication for me.
