First impressions in the morning, not tangible, still in this world, yet I want to be intangible, blown away and transcended.
Not absorbing, out-breathing.
Just let her breathe me in, I push her through me. Nothing pulls me, no need or want, just exhaling, inhaling happens by itself.
Once again today she won’t get me, I won’t step into the footsteps presented to me, I hover above the ground. Without reason. There is no reason. Nothing holds me and can hold me, the longing to arrive home is great.
Your eyes, I recall, and so it draws me to you.
Through the worlds I wander, not knowing where it leads, but I will recognize my destination.
I have forgotten what you look like, but I know exactly who you are. How you feel. And even if I have to wander for thousands of years through this noisy wasteland, I will find you.