One day i will evaporate and become a quintessence of dust blown gently by the wind.
One day i will become invisible to the eye and will turn into the rustling of the leaves and the music of the rain.
One day i will be a constellation, a tree, a thought fastly passing by, the Universe, the stars that you will gaze at in the darkness of the night sky, yet you will be too blind to know that it was me.
One of those days filled with pain, that thousand tears can’t satisfy, so they keep asking for tears still.
One day I will become a floating scent of misunderstood misunderstandings.
And maybe one day it won’t hurt anymore because the rustling of my heart will become silent as i will smoke all the stars until there will be no more stars left for you to gaze at.