Firefly

My insides are tickling
the thought of the future
        With soft or rough palms
        I'm approaching you
        - someone is approaching me

The saltiness of my bubble dissolves into the universe
while the energy fills my thoughts
with sugary things

Will you knock my door
at six on the morning
        When the switch is turning on it's side
        the silent thought
        - (I) ran away already


25/8/2016