Every green light flickers into yellow; what's left now for the universe to caution me? I don't feel anything and so today, the only poetic thing about me is how stubbornly I avoid crossing the road. I hear my name being called by people and it sounds like a midlife crisis waiting to happen. And I know the twenties are too young for the nothingness to settle in, but I swear I have lived through my childhood feeling older than the years. I haven't grown within this body, this body has grown alongside me. But there are days when I wake up and I don't feel like the punchline of a joke. I become the place where I want to belong and it's hard to explain, but if I was to color the sky by the way this world makes me feel, I'd paint it violet. I don't know much, I'm a very simple man, but when I say I'm not hurting today, what I mean is that no matter the amount of green lights blinking towards red, I'm ready to wait without sighing.