Chaos

Humid air is touching my eyes,
Making them watery.
I stand looking at the people
Mixing with each other,
Creating chaotic flows.
I am the static point
In the middle of the chaos.
Dynamic flows charge the wind
And sweep the last bits of humanity
That’s left within the walls.
Help me move and remove me
From the static mass of the crowd.
Take me beyond the horizon.
To the place where we can
Dissolve in this thick humid air,
And be happy again.

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