plastic bag


A plastic bag
which is full of wrinkles and
full of air ninety percent or so
I am wrapping it in my hands tenderly
That kind of wind is stroking my cheeks

The orange sea
The orange sky
The orange lights in the town

You were there, and you would feel that was "beautiful"
With no emotion
You would feel that was "comfortable"
With no emotion

your eyes filled with tears, your whole body was numbed
with no emotion and also you weren't sad.

That kind of days,
you'd have that kind of days.