I am an unattended wound,
one that heals on its own with time.
 
I am the one
who doesn't own any land
in the world of understanding.
 
I am like the undiscovered element
that won't sell like the precious stones
but has medicinal properties.
 
I am like that childhood blanket
that's never enough to cover a matured soul.
 
I am like a myth
that gets revolved around people
but doesn't really exist.
 
I am like the air
that dissolves in itself.
 
I am like the Sundays,
something you look forward to
and never get enough of.