it wasn't something that was automatic
I paid no heed to the warnings
they speak by then,
everything became confusing
I wish I hadn't cried so much that the
oceans came to be unrecognized
I bide and began falling
down....
.....down..
down...
I was in this place long ago
but it ain't my home
In my formative years
in all my miasmas of extreme despair was
an open window
I gaze and I glance at the world
I've never explored before
I was a giant but still felt small
I see people walk down the street
couple of people sit on a curb with faces
I have seen before
I wonder
I feel
you know what I feel?
empathy
four different stories in
one single story there
all pivotal but at the same time
completely not themselves