Onomatopoeia
Hiss
Boom
Creak
Condensation on the window
All you see are blurs
Flashes of colors
Lights blazing by
You don’t know how long you’ve been traveling
You don’t know how long you have left
You could wipe off the window with your hand
Find out where you are
But you sit, staring blankly at the blurs
In a half-dream
A body beside you
Friends around you
But you aren’t with them
You’re with the blurs
Swirling and mixing with them
Get Yaboi’s stories in your inbox
Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer.
Changing form
Never staying quite the same from day to day
Every dream a new addition to the self
Every day a new personality
A new you
Millions of souls sharing one flesh
You have one day to live
Before you is not yourself
Who will wake up tomorrow?
Make the hours count
Sometimes
You don’t need to know where you are
You don’t need to know how long you have left
Sometimes
You can just sit
Blind, deaf, and dumb
And be happy
Creak
Boom
Hiss
