
What we are
changes (often) according to the seasons
what's on the table
or what the colours of the apples are
the mood of the neighbors
Then comes the day
where the mood is good. No matter what (life is too short)
other people's stories
in the lifeline that stretches when
closing one eye. Or the two of them trying
to tell me the path. Walked. Travelled. Used.
Out of breath.I must rest.