For the dying leeaches in my ikea closet

I've been high fiving trees out of habit

One two

Tree!

Can you see

You only have two leaves left because the winter air won't steal them away

I know the water is talking

And I know the street lights are singing

And I know the windows are whisteling at me

But I don't think I know how to answer

I mean... I breathe but

Can i actually see the steam coming out of my nose

Why do i think i can be here?

Why do i think i can care?

Why do I think it matters if I do?

But I do

I care for the dying leeches in my ikea closet

That no one wanted to feed

I know

You'd eat me

But I see you dance so beautifully,

so I care

I'd join you if i could

I don't mind that you would eat me

I just want you to feel safe before you eventually drown

For the single drop of rain falling on my cheek

It wasn't raining

So i must know you from somewhere

You have been everything and you become part of me now

Then you'll become air, fly away

Fly! You're free!

We're dreaming

And you are close,

Even if just for a moment

You cannot kiss the rain,

But the rain can kiss you

For someone called Emily that I haven't met yet

I know you exist, i see you everywhere

You're probably like me in a way, but i don't know who you are

I saw you on the street

I saw you in a car

I saw you in a bathroom

I saw you in a park

I saw you

Running

Walking

Sitting

Falling asleep on a train

I'm not looking for you but I recognise your face anyways

One day I hugged you

and I'll probably hug you again

For my friend sitting next to me:

Hey,

I feel your breathing

Your fingers touched briefly, staticly

I hope you noticed

I know you see the trees better then I do

I know you hear more

You tell me it's easier to whistle in reverse

You breathe

You smoke

We sit here in silence

You're swaying

I see you,

Want to tell you that I wanna be like water too

And i know you'd understand

I think I'm in love with you

The same way I'm in love with the moon

For the moon,

For the stars,

For the sea

For the patch of dirt I'm sitting on

For all the grasses For the people For the worms

For george, the last snail, who died in 2019

For the light in my ears  For the sound in my eyes

For the giant rock i found on the beach and couldn't take home

For the tiny little pebbles under my shoe

I don't want my time to be linear

I don't want my time to be squared

Fuck this whole wide world

Im alive