The clouds here are white, grey, and puffy.
What did they look like there?
Did the bird I just heard light on the tree and sing his song?
Were there trees?
I wonder where it was there
I can point you a trail there I was
But I can’t explain
This was night left sitting in the park for hours just incase just incase
Somehow
This was hours asking endless questions as a bird peeping for the first time
This was excruciating
This was without a cut in the ache
Just calmly they whispered
Don’t get lost in nostalgia
No world is without its pains
So there is a temporary home in this planet
But just as a rented apartment
I want to leave it in a condition that the next tenant can live here as well.
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