Japan 31/8

Do you hear the clouds crack open
And the thunder pound against the mountains?

Do you fear lightning
As you run through puddles?

I am drunk
On the sound of cicadas
Dying on my doorstep
Rosegold jewels scattered on the asphalt
Is that what it feels like to grow old?

The skies have turned turquoise
And white
It just started to rain
I stop on the bridge and open my mouth
Wide
Towards the light,

The uproar

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Time

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Make
Time

Raindrops sliding down the window

It’s getting
Colder

My eyes are dry

Fingertips
Tapping
Waiting for more
Time

Waiting for excuses
To relieve my
Mind
I fall asleep on bright screens
And I miss
A voice

Time

We accept the lies
We are hungry for

Time
You used to
Make it
Used to
Stretch it

Time

We accept the lies
We are hungry for.