I write
And people said good things
I write
And people said nasty things
I write
Sometimes
To some of them
Thanks
Fuck you
Okay
I write
About the noise of the traffic
In a busy city
I write
About desires in people’s eyes
Sinful and alive
I write
Honestly
I write
The maddening rush of people to dominate
Come what may
I write
Of friendships broken
In a heartbeat
I write
Of love suspending in time and air
Freezing the moments of truth
I write
The hearts caged by the people whom you trusted
I write
Of magic
in the mundane around
I write
Of an ephemeral
life
I write
When life
wants to express
I write
I write
I write
