Home – Passenger
Even today, I wonder how much water does clouds hold and still make it to the sky.
Soar and fly.
Despite beautiful, merciless gravity, I wonder how long, how much time will it take, for them, to feel whole lighter, empty and move on, happily?
Heavy, with every beat of the heart, I wonder,.. because I have been raining myself.
Tears. Water.
It’s not perfectly disguised. But, no one sees it either.
I am like that wandering cloud apparently.
And I don’t know, and I want to know, when, until when, I’d make it.
It is raining cats and dogs outside. Tonight.