我是
如此薄
如蟬翼。
我是
你在渴望
撫摸的光。
我是
微風的語言
藏在樹頂搖晃的睡姿。
i am
so thin like
the cicada’s wings.
i am
that light
you wish to stroke.
i am also
messages from the wind
hiding among the swaying trees.
I Am The Thing You Miss,
When You Leave This Place.
- Illustration / Furze Chan
- Words / Luci
- Up next — When you drink a glass of water,
- Previously — Stay still,
