And one day you will recognise the broken parts of you. You’ll remember how to put them back together

In a wooden wet cell
In a wooden wet boat
His cracked soles tapped nervously

I thought they were dark clouds

Thick black clouds

They protected him.

With help from the night.

We were dancing through different rooms
Me in yours
Yours in mine.
Rhythms knotted as your gaze danced on the top of my head…

We are the wild ones

The ones who don’t belong because we are too Human.

And when I close my eyes I could feel it

It felt like the relief a drop of sweat sighs on my forehead on a hot sunny day…