Here we go again.
Complaining about the heat,
with an air conditioner on.
Talking non-sensically about the non-essentials.
Swallowing our privileges,
without realizing it.
Having confidence that we will be alive,
for 5 seconds more.
Tiny dots and flying dust.
Big dreams that once grow, ground explosions that burried it.
Are we really living under the same atmosphere?
Sharing the same stars?
This is what it felt to be alive.
Hurting and bleeding.
Until nothing was felt.
Fly little doves, may you be hugged in heavens.
Kissed by a thousand cloud.
Showered in stars.
23 November 2023