I sit with my legs folded at the terrace. A sad song sleeps in my ears. The sky is so dark, that if You keep looking at it, You can't even see the difference If you open or close your eyes. Footsteps of thunder follow us Wherever we go. Moon almost looks like A negative black hole, Evading any darkness that confronts it; Scantily clad by translucent cloud robes (Like a Victoria's Secret model, I thought crazily)
I curl up on the cold ground An eighteen year old stillborn foetus Embedded in Mother Night's womb.
Clouds pass us by, Temporary as the love Concealed beneath love letters.
We live, we die. We decay, break down Into less and less complex atoms Which might one day combine to form The very water droplets That conglomerate into clouds.
There's a real chance, maybe then, That these raindrops falling on me Could've been a part of a person Miles and centuries ago.