the sea air frizzes my hair
as i sit quietly on the balcony
hearing only the sounds of raging traffic
doors slamming
and the presets through my headphones
the feeling of funerals being had
tears being wept
and spirits being tested
the sky bleeds lilac & peach
being melancholy & beautiful at the same time
depending on where you are standing
like most definitive things in this world
findings come back inconclusive
i yearn for sleep
rather the bed
a patch of serenity
that exists only to comfort & hold
new faces pass through my eyeline
leaving behind their glances
stares
judgement
curiosity
and still i sit in silence
being nurtured by my own content
the air that ruins my hair
and the sky that mesmerizes
with the music reserving me
now it's the cranberries
and now i'm done
it's friday.
