sonder,
allow fate to decide the path.
helpless, swayed by the world,
a sin, perhaps? i had always had such control.
standing on a stage, staring out into a sea of people,
yet what is there to say?
and what is there to do?
communication has lost me,
all words have left me.
each individual,
you all are novels,
complicated, lost in life’s maze,
a nest of confusion,
ephemeral happiness,
burdens of the responsibilities you carry,
each person has been mocked once,
and yet, each person has mocked once.
drown in the chord,
this too, is fleeting,
be still.
the sun shone through the mist,
the glow of nature.
for just a moment,
all ceased.
all were still.
and to walk outside again,
lose yourself,
the flowers are blooming once more.
