I'm sorry
but I have no remedy
for your bare days,
your online photos
do not reveal anything dull
or do I know nothing as always?
These days we have been big
in the head thinking we can
make everything right,
but maybe we only knew
how to cope.
I'm not sure
but our generation seems
eternally flustered,
we worry for the next twilight
when it's still clearly dark.
But I do hope it gets better
and wish we could clean
ourselves,
rinse and start again.
I wish a small talk would suffice,
like how a rock thrown into
the water could create ripples
and then the ripples would create these intersections that we could talk about.
Then we would graph
these on hindsight, calculating;
letting ourselves to ripple and ripple, and maybe there we will
meet at an intersection;
The distance would be nothing then, but still water.
I knew we can't walk on water,
but the option to swim was always open.
I'm sorry,
but I still have no remedies
for our bare days, but I do hope
this would suffice.
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PoetryOur hearts are brave as fire, minds gentle as earth, dreams are fluid as water, and our souls are as free as the wind. (Poetry and Prose) #2 of the end-live-begin trilogy.
