outside everything
is difficult
to understand

everyone has a
different voice

I am living
with the curse
of babel

people arguing
about accents

I am feeling
a muddle
of emotions

the humidity
from their breath
grows on me
becoming closer
to a solid

my shirt sticks
to my chest

like the
quiet desperate

longing to
reunite

I look up
and feel
a flash

something
cool must
be coming
tonight

I am suddenly struck hard
by a horde of
lightning bugs

making me
catch fire

making me
electric

I finally know
what I want