mumu

ave things

a shout,
from down the street.

the sound of some
unknown music that comes
and goes by.

the need to avert the gaze,
or to meet it and face yourself.

a shout,
from closer now.

the scent that you can feel.

the aimlessness of everything.

the last step before the shout

the shout is here.

i am shouting. i am the one shouting.

and all the eyes around me are mine.

yeah

something is wrong.
something feels like
it doesn't match.
that something
is just trying to
get away
to be by itself
to look up and hope to see
nothing but the clouds and no sky.

but that something is already alone.
that something is asking
the wrong questions.

i think this is when i should say

yeah.

#fffff

i forgot