Rain clouds have stories you’ve been waiting to hear
melodies you’ve only heard in your dreams
for without chances and change
we can be a living corpse.
Even the truth can’t change your feelings.
Sometimes you have to go under
for a fresh breath of air.
It’s not me, it’s you.
All these years, I believed in the wrong expressions.
That’s why I hate adages;
I can never understand them
I have to think too hard
analyze words in ways my mind cannot grasp
about the English language
when I’m more comfortable in Greek
under the earth with my father.
I want to be here
writing in my kitchen
No one talk to me,
no one break my zone of silence.
I’m bonding with words now.
My one true connection.
You get me high on you
I will not turn away from you.
I will not ever see you again
this, I understand.
But words will always be there for me
to write to you how I feel safe
even without your whispers and voice.