I listen. I just listen. It’s all silence, and all noise. But it’s the perfect tune to go on a travel in my head. The outside world is far behind the window: I only see the rain and listen.
The clouds breathe for you, it’s called. And I ask myself,
Do they breathe for me too?
Crossing intersections, calm and fear, rushed and peaceful
depression is near and maybe all the time
around the corner
would you forgive?