After Hours

i take a deep, filling breath of the humid, watching air
the trees imitate my movements
in, out
in, out,
but instead they fill their wooden lungs with the adolescent wind's breaths of life
it's heavy
but i feel myself slowly lifting.

the silence -
a cacophony of deafening silence rings in my ears
loud, yet silent all at once

above my earth,
clouds like misshapen tufts of soft cotton
floating without a care
i wish i was the same
but their earth is different
i am of another plain

all at once, the raucous space of lunch-time gossip evaporated into thin air.

yet here i remain.

- charlie.