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.