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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