Missing-Piece I miss the mountain air. This is how all my thoughts start lately, so I dive in and take in a little piece of city air to keep me warm and safe from harm.

I miss whatever it is that makes me walk. This is how all my thoughts start at the end of the day, when I realise I’ve done nothing. So I take just one more step and out I go.

I miss flowing. This sound weird, I know, but there was a time when everything was flowing around me, and that time seems so golden and peaceful now, I can’t help but miss it.

I sometimes miss me. This one is something I can’t understand, because how could I misplace me? It’s a question without answer and a plate without food, so I try to move on each time this horrible thought enters me.


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