just ask yourself

slipping through.
sinking in.
i drift into this current.
air flow patterns into waves through the sky
and i float like hands become airplanes in the wind.

the jetstream pulls me along.
and over fields i wander.
the beauty of the landscape nearly erases the memory of his face.

and these letters and symbols
are merely inadequate words
attempting to express the depth of thoughts in my mind.
this language fulfilled through chemicals and signals
could never be interpreted correctly.