the balcony

it's a rainy day,

don't have much to do

and the sounds of the rain are comforting

so i think "why not go read on the balcony?"

it's cold, but i keep the windows closed,

grab a jacket and sit there silently

reading poems i find online

by the most random people in the world,

all sharing their feelings and thoughts through words

and there u are

another stranger to me

can't see nothing but ur arm

and it's to far away to guess if you're a man or a woman

ur table light is on and i'm not sure of what ur doing

but it's still fascinating

from my angle ur balcony seems more maximalist

mine just has a lot of books that aren't mine

and random things that needed to be kept somewhere

my balcony is a storage space

urs seems more like a workplace

i wonder if u had the same idea that I did tho

if you're here because the rain sounds are refreshing

and ur day is more relaxing like this

i wonder since when have u been there,

if you're also reading or if you're also writing,

if u go to the balcony often

and just calmly do what u have to do

today my curiosity was towards u

what's ur name? – i wonder

maybe one day i'll know,

but for now you're my unknown neighbour

someone that i know nothing ab

a stranger in a balcony close to mine