It wasn’t me,
I didn’t understand my thoughts but I loved you,
Under this dark cold sky I sit.
Watching this flickering sky ,
I await the rain.
To cover me, maybe wash away my thoughts
My brain floods.
How, how did they get here?
I should embrace you?
And then what?
I smile to the heavens
They whisper, it is well.
Alone, on this hill I did rather sit, and talk to Myself and you.
In this windy, little heaven of mine.
I find solace.