47) Waiting room

Waiting room

They waited

It never came

It came

They never waited.

Rapunzel

I've let myself loose

Let me braid through you.

Let all stones crush us to pulp

I want to reborn as paper

Bearing your veins and fibres

And fly over mountains.

Blue, the sky cracks open

White, the clouds drop

Grey, the smoke stirs

Black, the wind fries

Silver, the rain sizzles

Blue, the sky eats.

We are destined to go

She is destined to go

Let go.

- Naychi

29th July, 2018

Yangon, a waiting room somewhere

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