December approaches its end,
clouds trail mountain tips...
like metaphors
undeciphered...
This body talks and interrupts
- my peace...
I'm often jealous of
how deeply you sleep...
One cloudy day,
I was about to drown...
Like honey dripping from a honeycomB
Oh you saw me, there, in the open for yoU...
It’s funny how we don’t account for time,
as he just finds his way and slips right...
I remove my washable
face-mask and guiltily gulp...
you're afraid to close your eyes
once you do the world...
I thought I could get over you...
So many years passed...
the sky closes her eyes
and you feel your body...
I wish to cast off my mortality
And lay it down to rest...