i wish i was

in the air

raindrops can fly

but in silence

they just fall out of the sky

and crash

lose all their tiny pieces of hope,

automatic suicide

it doesn’t seem

too bad

to be

one of those.


There are holes in the ceiling

Raindrops keep falling on my head,

snowflakes covering my feet

an August sun burning on my head

there is no place

to be.

Only in the night

when I’m surrounded by the stars

the dark doesn’t speak

just open your eyes

and see.