Popoki

pss. Everyone's got a secret that I don't know about

They keep shouting my name

They keep on talking to me

But I don't have any verification if their talking is legitimate

Who knows, maybe I'm just a paper thin wall

A void that needs to be filled up

A lamp, with no light bulb

I cannot wave my arms like the ocean

Or push myself hard to achieve

I can tell if I am needed or not

If I need to give more room

Yet no answers.

So I sit.

Or I cling.

If I sit, I will die

Alone

Yet if I cling

I will have the nourishment of the world crumble into dust just before my hands put it in my mouth in order to let it satisfy

So, sit. And let things set in

Or continue to let things crumble...

hmm...