Soft Breaths
Waiting for a call that never came.
Longing for a dream I never dreamt.
Holding my breath underneath the sea.
Not knowing the surface exists.
Singing to the air.
Falling in love with each dawn.
Time goes slow, slower each day.
And I keep wondering the same thing.
If not here, then where?
Somewhere far, maybe.
Somewhere I have never been.
Where grass grows freely
and humans live in peace.
-April 22nd, 2018. 21:53pm.-

