these winds

I don’t know how these trees remain their ground, when I just go with it in any direction 

I wish I was a tree and I could withstand the gales, but nowadays I cannot even stand

and the dead leaves don’t even drop

but I like visiting the clouds, they’re like old friends, travellers

their silver linings dance and I watch in awe as my heart breaks and rejoices

again and again

alguna vez 

we talk about life like it’ll never end we talk about our days like they’ll last forever 

but seconds drag and years fly

and we’re still standing in the same race

never healing

never growing 

never moving