trying new things again and again,
finding you in those
a new you in everything.
makes me less anxious.
in every line of a paragraph
or in every rid of a piano,
name it.
your name.
in times,
when even the time gave up on me,
tick tock,
i found the rythme of your boots.
in times,
when the rain makes fun of my tears,
I heard your sobs scolding them.
in times,
when i have nothing to write about,
i heard your prayers to them.
shh.
don't turn around,
or you will catch me tugging at your soul.
don't scold me please,
and don't make fun of me too,
let's make our own rythme
while the stars are celebrating our journey.
