Streets of unquietness...

The world around me, makes me wonder about the unquietness of my mind,
the senses,
the spoken words,
the visual smiles... your smile.

The tears that run, became normal, fluent.
The fears i run became sarcastic, surreal.

This morning i woke up in the fear of not being abble to walk,
Woke up with the notion that the world was not available for me today.
Maybe caused by the weakness of the empty space,
Maybe by the air we don't share,
Maybe by the We that I trust and care.
You...
Not being here is if i would not have an arm to paint,
a breast to feed,
air to jump,
air to share and breathe.
I am
you are
we are.

Br1

Salam, world!