The frigid air is hovering over the city and nature. The sky is still starry.
Daily worries keep me from sleeping.
Constructions to be followed with perseverance daily.
Life grabbed me by the neck and threw me against the wall, I am just fighting to stay calm and capable.
Floating as if I were on the moon someday, observing the green and blue of planet earth. I would leave all of this behind, but I cannot.
The frigid air still hovers over here, none of my friends stay for long. Feeling lost and full of questions like a pre-Socratic philosopher, it seems that nothing here is completely clear with possibilities of resolution.
Floating as if I were on the moon someday, observing the green and blue of planet earth. I would leave all of this behind, but I cannot.
Life grabbed me by the neck and threw me against the wall, I feel as if my year were ruined.
Frigid, frigid like a deeply wounded heart, winds that whistle like owls, frigid, frigid, like a candle that went out.
Floating as if I were on the moon someday, observing the green and blue of planet earth, dreaming of internal and external changes. Trying to fall asleep letting my thoughts guide me. I could really float as if I were in zero gravity. But I cannot.
Frigid, frigid like a deeply wounded heart, winds that whistle like owls, frigid, frigid, like an ice age.
Will we be strong and resilient during years and years of our lives?
Expectations and dreams change like a fog or a storm.
Frigid, frigid like a deeply wounded heart, winds that whistle like owls, frigid, frigid, like an ice age.
Will we be strong and resilient during years and years of our lives?
Will we ever be able to feel peace and calmness again?
Zero Gravity, Judson Kaique
08/12/2026