exit sign

exit sign on the wall

i love the melancholic pink sky at 5pm

so pretty and still, like how the sky should be

before a big hurricane

is there really a way out of insanity?

aren’t the wisest ones being called crazy?

i love the little dog on the bike

looking back at his owner,

going up against the big wind

he thought he was flying, and for a moment,

i knew what it’s like to be free.

i love stormy weather, when all emotions

are bursting out, all at once,

and i could stand in the backyard,

crying, holding a piece of me,

that still wanted to live,

telling myself that it will be

better someday soon.

t.l.