Wicked. Poem by Jono Plunkett

I wondered hopelessly
the lights appearing
like glittering shards of glass,
the people weaving webs of insecurity.

I smiled at every detail,
I didn’t understand.
I spoke languages
Never before invented,
and they all made sense.

I wandered hopelessly
searching for someone
I have never met
and I really missed this person.

The sounds of the night
were hectic and viscous.
Mixed with sounds
of frozen crickets
and crushed sand.
In some moments
My mind warped
towards depression
and back again
So quickly
That I got depressed
About missing depression.

And so many secrets...