Somewhere where I am not

People call me crazy, a mad woman
and I tell them that how my mind takes me to different places and washes me in different cultures
around different people Somewhere I am laying underneath the dark starry skies where all of me is consumed by the mystical moist air somewhere I am waiting for trains 
for people
for rains Somewhere I'm dancing in a silk slit gown for a lover and somewhere I'm singing songs of woman hood,
somewhere I'm a misunderstood woman walking out of a cheap pub and somewhere I'm puffing cigars with whores, listening to their melancholic stories
It's hard to stay in one place when my heart jumps to reach for infinite


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