5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Lately 

I have been wondering

whether the sky was blue or not.

 

The day the wind was gently carrying those little birds

touching the water as if it was some kind of a magic fluid

whose only meaning

was to take them to their own paradise

 

I tried to touch the water the way they did

but I swear it wasn't the same

 

 Actually

It was the same feeling I had back in November

when the sky was dark

and from my bedroom's window I could see

so many mosquitos

they were wandering around some feeble orange light 

as if flying that nervousely could bring their so-loved sun back

I do too

when Anxiety sorrounds me

It makes every desperate, pathetic attempt to stop the rain 

ridiculous

so I walk

and I walk

and I walk

and hope that walking will bring my personal sun back.

I thought that if those fireflies did the same thing I do

to keep calmness

maybe I could try to act like those birds

to find happiness.

In the end I counted 

5 things I could see

4 I could touch

3 I could hear

2 I could smell

1 taste that was peachy

 

maybe that day the sky was blue

and that's why they could see their sun