127 humans

You don't need to understand

why I still accept the ones

who hurt me. 

You don't need to respect that,

see that,

hear about it

why I still decide to care for humans. 

He waltzed at 1:27am in the middle of the street

He waltzed towards me

and I couldn't help but laugh

because I have never seen

such a happy face

on such a happy human.

"I guess I swiped you off your feet?"

he asked –

I stumbled,

he caught me. 

I guess that's how it went.  

Southern wind is showing a way back home

Southern wind is softening up the warm summer air. I'm sitting and waiting and trying to listen to what I'm feeling. But I gotta admit – I don't understand it at all. Maybe I'm not listening enough; or not talking; maybe I'm not feeling anything but the "wish to feel something" is too big to understand it. I owe it to myself to at least try to describe it.

In this evening I feel like the truth has set me free and at the same time it's kind of lonely up here, watching it all unraveling. I sure believe there are some latent feelings that I can't comprehend yet about the people around me and about the ones that I've distanced myself with. I don't want to question their intentions but somehow, I begin to doubt their aims. 

Every dawn is teaching me to trust the wait

and to be with myself first. I can't go around asking for answers. Sometimes the quietness answers them itself. 

Southern wind is softening me up towards myself. A small setback is a small setback. 

I am always finding a way back home.