Atop my terrace, of white concrete
and beige roofs, I stand. Without a
sweater to huge the wind, without
the intention to get me pinned.
My watch ticks 3AM. I look around.
And there’s just stillness. Void - lots of it.
What else I surround myself with?
The last cigarettes out, sixth glass empty.
I have walked all these steps, undriven.
I need to speak to the wind, ask her(him).
Do you recede when thunder arrives?
Do you hide when the sun shines?
You flow, right? Then, why can’t I?
Teach me, how to. I wanna learn.
I promise, I won’t tell anyone - our little
Secret. An exchange for the smokes, I
juice you every night with. I promise, to give
you company, amidst all chaos. Trust Me, I do.
Teach me, please?
Hi! My name is Whi and I write poems, every day. Like the idea?
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