Love

And if I don't feel the wind and eat the fruits and smell the flowers... then am I even living ?

Nothing makes you feel closer to home than being oceans away from it, eating foreign food alone at 2 am.

Yes I love green and blue and yellow and the color of trees and sun and sky and rivers and flowers and bears and bees and sand and bugs and...

One small inconvenience and I disintegrate.

Nobody stops to look at the moon anymore.

What is it called when you are in the presence of a lot of people but still loney.

Are we doomed because we die or because we live

The morning after I died I wanted to experience the World one more time, feel the sun on my skin, let the wind ruin my hair, pour cold water on my face, look at the moon, count the stars, stand under the shade of a tree, I wanted to eat my favourite food and sleep in my bed one last time.

Will I always mourn something I never even had, will I always long?

Is this how I was supposed to be? Never belonging, never complete, just... fragments?