• qaynaat 23w

    It's strange, how,

    Every star of the Universe
    looks at me this night.

    Like they expect me
    to implode, explode, die, vanish, something.

    I understand.
    I turn backwards

    And look at myself, too.
    But nothing happens in there;

    Only, something smiles.
    Something says, Okay!

    I'm slow; I need time.
    I need time; just that.