Streets and houses,
They are neither there nor they are not.
A peaceful calm, where I can restart.
Lighter, with no need to possess or own,
Just to share, to appreciate, to be known.
No questions to ask, no answers to seek,
Only a longing for a coolness so sleek.
But...
Can silence turn into darkness where a shadow and a thin silhouette can fill the wine glass?
We are united in our humanity and we are reminded that we are not alone.
Getting lighter as we get heavier since a drop of blood and tear could be heavier and colorless than the oceans.
Our souls, our eyes and our existence, would be burned in a second, with a single flare of sun.
But we choose to be immortal, while the trees are...