Atmosphere

All of those stories

I've lived and heard.

All of those places,

I've seen in this world.

When sitting alone here,

I still can hear

the voices behind me,

which ones were dear.

My skin is too thin

to play them all out.

I whisper into wind

and speak it out loud.

I hope you can feel it.

I hope you will share.

Even once in your life,

the same atmosphere.