belong

i stand below the little ones step so hard, and it makes me sick, as they always start at the worst time.

walking though shine and rain the water covers my gaze and for this time i get so scared, because it's not just me, but i learned before how to let go. while the sky keeps my clothes wet and cool.

that conversation was completely unexpected, when i just sat there looking all the trees go by. and why should be afraid of those signs, why would be scared of? when there's some certain, and that is that one day i'm gonna die too. i saw the needles in my hands, i felt the burning in my chest. i saw the sun fading away before.

though worry about getting a smaller space around just to seat, and lay sheets around, like their lives are being ripped apart, like the stranger are coming in, and there the need to defend the land. like life is a bigger piece in the layout. like this is all about what you see.

then i hear the cry i heard before in a different place, at a different time, from a different voice. then i recall that voice was mine, and it was long, and not too long ago.

so why should i belong somewhere, why can't i just be myself?