The last cigarette seems to have lasted a whole hour and I wanted to write this It’s been a long time since about birds and flowers and the grass that overlaps everything And everything and everyone in this place seem to be a starring role to my loneliness The birds hover around and never get close enough so I can ask them about Freedom and being one with the ground and all that’s in it being one with infinity But what I know of infinity is just what my eyes can reach I said in the grass because all seats were taken by people who, just like me, avoid being mistaken by ants And now, the answer already eating me alive I wish I could be mistaken by a flower but flowers I just alright with withering so they can bloom again And I’m just afraid of every change in the horizon The passing of seasons The rain’s helping the grass grow and it will drain all my will to live The ants are having a party in my skin I’m too tired to move and I lighted another cigarette hoping that the wind won’t put it down hoping that the wind mistakes by a bird hoping that the wind mistakes me by a flower Supporting role to someone else
Thank you for reading.
Love,
Adora
Write about birds and flowers