quiet or people filled
but lonely however still. 

we drink tea
make loud conversations
politics, society, patriarchy
so much to criticise. 

as the sun sets we realise
how different our opinions are
and over the hot steaming cups
it doesn't matter, conversations flow.

but on other days,
while the sun goes deeper in
and dark lilac skies show
words buzz and sounds dim.

and you feel further 
than the oceans from the sky 
than from the graves to life. 

the alternative days
the quick mood swings
going from alive to dead
from ray of sunshine
to moonlight on 

a new moon night.