emotions

too emotional
she casts the eyes to the ceiling
clasps her hands as though in a pray
to the non-existent G-d
assumes the looks of intensity
in the perpetual set of nothingness
what does she care about if she cares at all
hardly visible
cant be portrayed with painters or musicians
just like him
cant be perceived preserved acknowledged
appreciated enough for the banality
intoxicated with bottles containing liquids
the oddest ships swim by in the air
if you care to look at the skies enough
to recognize the spits of others
transformed into no longer spits
but shapes and sounds of nature