I felt protected

for many years

~

but the roof was corroding

from the inside out

and one day the rain

came down

inside

and woke me up

The first light

and movement they sense

still wet

and lost

gives them no

thoughts

only

reactions

~

slowly

they grow

and the world

gets projected

from this one

reel

~

and it is still

flickering

when they close

their eyes

and dream

~

for them

there is no other

sunset, color of grass

or fear.

~

there is no other

It looks like

all the lines eventually

come together

somewhere near

the end

in the distance

~

till then

I just hang my thoughts

on them

When I

attach myself

I feel

this hard pull

when we leave