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.