While walking under the street lights,
following my own silhoutte,
shooing away cockroaches, listening to lizardous music,
fiddling with my phone,
I sneezed.
I sneezed and looked up in the sky,
and the celestial body attached with the black cloth,
black, dark and infinite.
And cockroaches, phone forgotten
The thought struck me,
if I could dance with you,
on the lonesome road,
and like I won't point at your flaws,
you shouldn't too.
Dear moon.
I don't want you to judge me,
and make faces while I dance. While,
the music would be composed by cockroaches,
and humming of flies,
and ringtone of the phone,
and lizards cheering,
because we are together.
