Kiss the air

Durt

I feel like durt

Like sparkles of dust mingling

Like I have no purpose

No life

No lie

The unfrozen ice that shadows the sun

Remains inside me

Outside I only try

Day after day I only try

To be myself

I try to resist the temptation

Of being tempted by others

By lust

By divinity

By sadness

But in the end

I am only kissing the air.