Sunday, Mundane
drop, drop, drop
The usual poker face,
A transparent one,
Convincing to be a translucent zone,
Halting the amiable loneliness,
Addicted to the rays of sun and a reflected light straight towards moon,
A surface, A lizard two conjoint like a fraternal twins,
sticking its ticklish sole in the area of my shattered spot,
I can't see anything however I' wondering why it's not the dark shade my senses attract,
Clicking,ahh, yes, I understand why, because of transparency,
Redundant I may assume,
My whole body wad detached in a steel bars
It's a duty until I break.
Humidity a cloth, blanket, undergarment, a curtain
A trespassing cricket don't want to pour out its anger on a cold sunday breeze,
Shrewed mouth came from a stranger, a listener the cricket and me,
Even I don't want to eavesdrop I can't close my ears,
Sometimes the concrete walls make a crack,
Cold temperature enveloped my body--good riddance!
A dropping sound like a pop pour down,
Don't let ignorance be foolish even caring is optional,
It's rain
Romance I never felt, cosmic i never knew,
Currently awkward for still finding right reaction,
However my wrist was grasped and my body was being pulled too.
Closed,
A window like me greet a vibrant inside and outside gray.
