when the thunder, rumbles, replying to god’s calls.
and leaves are falling, in the begging of the fall.
The sounds were echoing, echoing every hall.
Responding to my cries, of the loss of it all.
How did we end up like this?
Phone calls and texts forgotten in the winds.
A star constellation, my moon belongs in Neptune.
I was searching papers for answers.
And I found it in my tunes.
I was flying high in the skies of my city.
My body mapped the curves of every beach and bay.
Flying high while Alexandria is forming beneath me.
And yet still I managed to lose my way.
I let my body swing with the barley.
Planted with the wind’s sways.
Flying to my moon influenced by uppers.
Causing my brain to stutter.
And my thoughts to clutter.
Surrounding my lover.
Covering my brown marks.
With mascara and lip-gloss.
Bewitching my eyes to ignore the loss of it all.
The loss of appetite, the loss of starvation.
The gain of every monster in god’s malicious creations.
draining the pearls out my tears.
Forming glasses to make life all clear.
Ascending to the sun this time.
I forced my mars and star sign to align.
Forming of all waves, an interference.
Ruling with actions, my own destiny.
I struggled to find one who understands.
Since people thrive in ambiguity.
But I don’t.
I just don’t.
I flew above my city.
Counting the clouds in sevens.
Seven, fourteen, twenty-one, three hundred forty-three.
I reached the bottom of pity.
I tripped and fell.
The thunder rumbles had finally hit me.