I am sitting on concrete in the clouds high above
Admiring the green, leafy tops of trees
There are these tiny signals guiding the motion of cars
Red, white, black and blue crawling in the well laid out paths.
I am scared and exhausted per usual, ah my safe familiar feelings
Overcompensating my yearning for company is this daily slumber induced by anxiety
These crawling figures are my own dear ones
With some of them I share pieces of my life, with others the general bond of humanity
I am them and they are me
Like a stream flowing through shores carrying dust and nutrition
There is longing in motion
And demise in rest
And disquieting comfort only in everlasting anxiety.