When I enter Starbucks
and get a big hot café latte
I feel like a castaway holding to a piece of wood
floating in the middle of a lost, cold ocean.
Like an anonymous fish
who've lost its sense of direction.
Am looking for you
-through the years-
hoping to find you
looking right at me from a corner.
Does darkness ends in light?
Never been closer to heaven
never been farther away.
A.
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