These things

I'm always thinking, dammit. Thinking about wanting things, wishing things.
Constantly wanting to meet ya 'n love ya. And I don't even know ya.

Writing in another language won't change a thing, I know, but it feels safer. Safer from harm.

I think about these things and I don't know why.

I wanna share these things and I don't know why.

I wanna hide and keep away these things at the same time and I still don't know why.


Calling all nations out there, I suppose.


[ photo by Samuel Bayer ]