Stand behind the backdrop

I breathe

I search

For something familiar

In vain

I come a long way

To be listened

To be heard

I see the velvet green

So much like the woolen

Chair

On the flight that send me here

Where the sky is forever blue

And trees countless, zigzagging across the lanes

Requesting more

Yet more

From their Mother

To be capable

Of an eventual escape

Winter befalls

Under the fine shadow of pedestal

I see ice

Melting in a latte

Diluting the drink into plain water

I forget.

Forget.

Forget your loneliness.

Forget you silence.

Forget your cowardice.

Forget your criticism.

Forget you were once born.

Forget the breast that milked you.

You will be a new one

Once you go out of that backdrop.