Crisp brown leaves beneath my heeled boots
I can smell something sweet being baked
and the saltiness of the air that I breathe
but the horizon is so vague, so far away.
My hands are covered with purple gloves
buried inside the front pockets of my jeans
this necklace is all I have that matters
I hope it wouldn’t lead me astray.
No street signs, no mural graffitis
I need something to make my gears working
forgive me for thinking like this
for trying and ending up with nothing to say.
Birds fly and sing because that’s their purpose
to make you remember the uncertainties,
fun, and transience of life here in this world
but still, it’s me who wants to walk away. ©