Notes on a bright day

WHAT is there in the dark, lurking

what is there in the light, lurking

boots cover my paws; mufflers my ears

run-says your adrenaline.

To where-asks my soul.

you are running from the very day you born

endless running from the mirror.

being secure is the greatest insecurity, one could feel

under the fleeting clouds and raging sun

on a ferocious day in the shade of umbrella

its either you spoke your mind or

kill yourself calmly.

I was too thoughtful, too thoughtful

so that I forget the other person.

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