Scooter ride

I stopped at the traffic light, above all the dancing of dirt and dust
my heart was singing Adele
I wanted to wrap myself in my hometown glory
so I wouldn't have to leave
not this time
We were warriors waiting for the whistle to go
our mission as vain as the making of the road,
but we knew how to swim through the dirt and rise like a dust
and hurry our way to the same old same old
Somehow we were always late,
then we would stack our backseat with excuses and some stories of fate

the day before, I fell from my scooter

My aunt is fine

Arise and shine, she says

Bible sees her face every day

I didn't think much about her life before

The only Man in her life would take care of her I thought

but when she was sick

there were no bigger hands to give her a care

Days get old

and the stories get told

she had pizza and I had dumplings

that moment was the only youth that we would ever share, 

her faith strong but her beliefs naive

I didn't say a word

cause, after all, she was the one who taught me how to pray!

My last night: heart, veins, and a sample of metaphors

they said go where the wind blows,

but I was riding faster than the wind 

making sure that the metaphors won't bleed, 

all the colours of the wind chased me through the night

I lost my voice the same night

as if my body didn't know how to say goodbye

yes Bob goodbyes too good of a word

but how can this farewell be fair

when I couldn't say a word

my voice knew I didn't want to leave

not this time

and not the last time