I wanna write a story
A story of that heavenly abode, the colors and the light
Where time ceases to exist
and spaces fill up eternity.
I also wanna write a poem
Verses about oceanic me.
Struggling to float in the sea
Inside and outside.
I’m the trees, the wind, the raindrops and the mountains,
I’m the cloud, the sky, the stars and the moss.
I’m still here and now,
but somehow, I also exist there.
Hiatus, hiatus, hiatus,
On a mission to unravel the mystery.
P.S. This is not what I intended to write…