Ramadhan - Creativity Five

Five Day

You're not walking, working or dying. You're flying

These molecules gather.
They don't just hang around, on the street corners, on the everyday greys, in the grime and the laze.
They gather. Fizz together, and zoom on up the green bottle.
We don't feel their hyper-activity, their urgency.
We're too dulled, dense- doused in dust and monotony, to see that the particles within and around us are forming shapes, shooting to the apex of the triangle, wildly rushing to the surface and trying so hard to lick the stars.

There's meaning, shape and form in your every day norm. There's chances per second to be reborn.

So accept, when to you I say, "Happy birthday. Happy birthday, bird."

Y.Misdaq, Ramadhan 05, 1427