A quiet August
i see you in seas and galaxies, also when the sun hits or the wind breaks, i see you in a pouring rain and lonely moon, even in daylight or gloomy afternoon lately, i see you in the bitterness of my coffee cups, and somewhere between my meddling doubts, the idea of remembering you becomes this undefined, silently turning some parts of me blind someone told me if it meant to be a curse, meanwhile longing for you is something i always thirst - August, 20th