Last night — your morning
It rained on my end, also on yours too. It made me realize how much I long to exist on the same ground as you. Whenever you see the moon, I more than want to see it too. I want to smell the same rain you do and if the sun burns you, let it burn me too. If the earth you walk on be frail, if the wind be heavy, if it blows or burdens you, let it be mine to feel and carry too.

— Ire