it's like talking to the ol' lady moon above
walking off to the dessert of Sahara in the deepest night
sharing stories with a roach
while your cat stares at you with uncertainties linger in her eyes
it's pretty much like a virus outbreak
and you are the only person alive
or seating on your leather sofa at 3 a.m
texting to non-existance someone
with smooth riding Jazz music flowing subtly in your ears
forcing every bit of your brain to compose a poem.
it's like everything is nothing
and your mind keeps contemplating.
it's like watching a silent movie
with a set of earphone stuck in your ear
no music whatsoever.
it's like a vacuum and and the black hole
sucking you closer to other's intervention
except there are none
but you.
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