1.05.2022

hungry, thirsty, sitting in a metro
wondering where am I
it was going where I wanted to go
while my mind was hovering
in the happenings on few moments ago
I was confused, and partly in cloud nine
it was everything what I just left behind
my lips were sensing the touch
my breaths were missing its rhythm
when mind replayed,
what evening offered me some
now this thirst for him
didn't quench the heart
it low-key expects, when the world
around me is falling apart
thinking and re-thinking the words
which were spoken,
feeling and re-feeling the emotion
that made its impression
I'm struggling to keep focus on what's real
when obsessed is mind, I want what's ideal.

1.05.2022