It is in simple terms that I understand the world. Everything else swindles me.
From faraway lands I am bringing to you new smells and freshness. I might be foreboding a rain, perhaps thunder. The thing that lets your hair stand up and sweat go away.
The byproduct of things occurring, I am dismissed. I am an orchestra that no one would ever dare to conduct. The night is my body, the day my mind. If you close your eyes long enough, you just might understand me.
I bring messages, some faster, some slower. It might be up to me whether I am warming you or making you freeze. I am caressing you, even if you don’t feel like it. Perhaps you can hide but in the end, I will make myself heard.
As loneliness looms over a generation lost in question, I connect. Permeating, I am everywhere and nowhere. I am part of everything that needs me to survive. And no matter how far, perhaps…
“You are breathing the same air as me.”