the sun behind the clouds
green trees
cab at its own pace
the driver talking all the time
in his native language..
seemed like music without lyrics..
hotness and coolness much people demand sometimes
to keep the volume down
to not talk
to drive with caution or fast
depending on their eagerness to much you demand sometimes
out of life,
out of people,
out of music and books,
even food..
this tastes bad, i can’t have this.
it should be like this, not that way.small small demands..
just to make ourselves more comfortable?!
what if you bear it?maybe if you can,
there’s a hidden enjoyment
in those things that make you uncomfortable
a quietness in the chaos..


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