We are numb when the world began,
numb from forcefully drinking ourselves.

Numb from exited voices growing louder,
numb from marijuana smoke and sweat aroma.

Numb to climb bare on our day-to-day fears,
numb to hang a thick cord on the rooftops.

Numb to the world’s craziness’s dry tears,
numb to gossip and destroying human lives.

You are numb all around me, in my short hair,
in my hands, amidst the dust of my little toes.