Where I am right now,

I don’t belong here.

Maybe, I belong somewhere

nearby the clouds.

 

Maybe, I long to get lost,

to get engrossed

in the infinity

of the deep water of the sea.

 

I want to relax

but I don’t know whether I should,

whether it is allowed.

I have lost the sense of syntax.

 

This place where I am,

it suffocates my breath.

I wish someone would take my hand

and take me out of this storm and dread.