so high,

don’t drop down,

the level is getting deeper,

while the roof is raising up,

so far out of reach,

beans planted in the earth,

sleepless in the infinity,

the ground might not be lowering,

and I might not be sinking,

but I’m alone,

while the world is going on,

growing before me,

leaving me,

parting ways,

I’m stumbling,

while the seeds planted sewn,

flourish with life,

shooting upwards,

like a mystical beanstalk that continues to grow,

as I stay her trembling,

with nowhere to go…