More than nothing, less of something
To be this way.
To relive the Earth once again
The sand and salt of the beach,
Scent of roses decades-forgotten
Smoke and steam, their stories in my veins and how —

How,
The world is a river, a tree, a house, a cage and most importantly, the world is people.
As they watch the rain skitter on the grass and the soil,
When the black clouds are thick with thunder
And a little rain drop is about to be born, They think of the heavens and the secrets in them,
The truths and the lies they've told,
Milk they once gave and ones they spilled. All things good and bad in a space so small that even a rain drop could understand.

This is not a story or a way I shed my thoughts as I fall from a cloud
But some vindication of where our dreams lie as the night sweeps us away,
And that is where our hearts beat.