This happiness could just be
A brightly coloured bubble
Or a green-gray grenade waiting
To explode in our faces.
This lull right now
Could be the calm before a storm
And the winds are already picking up
And the waves are already crashing down.
You tell me not to worry about
Yesterday or tomorrow but
What is there in today other than
A lot of past,
A lot of future,
A second of present.
You kiss me and it is already past.
You kiss me and we're already in the future.
You kiss me so is it only now?
Endless caution and anxiety
Feeds into each other and makes me
Want to find my loneliness again.
Not my solitude.
Not my escape.
But my loneliness, again.
