It’s 10:34 pm
On the rooftop
The music played saturn by sleeping at last
I sit on the edge with all places in sight ,
Except the places i wanna be at,
Except the places i belong to,
I lie my back and open my hands to the sky above , i pray.
It’s truly rare beautiful that we exist,
And it’s truly rare and beautiful to keep it that way ,
And with these toxicating lights ,
Fading lights inside
Social anxieties inside
Social groups
Boxed groups
Boxed places
You search for the garden
The garden of void
Of serenity
Of belonging
And i know that no one will ever no
How i feel when i lay my back
And i feel the infinite edges of a tiny distant galaxy that is insignificant..
And that within all this insignificant I’m still not over that kid 10 yo me , trying to understand even the wonder of the rounded earth and it’s skies…
That kid that used to get up with his grandpa ,
Now he’s gone,
And the others are gone ,
And i cry when i feel like i might actually never ever see them again ,
And if the universe was made to be seen by my eyes,
Their eyes were here too ,
What if it went with them ?
Was the world always like this ?
But we didn’t recognize it when we were young?
Did we wander with wonder only because we didn’t know ?
Can we undo it and wonder with all place to go ?
And are these lost visions of cursed realities really there ? With lost people ? In lost times ?
Will we ever reach there ?
Will we ever be ?
Let’s go aiko
zaki monzer 