~INTERSTICES~

How often do we leave the interstices unfilled unlike the sand when a wave passes by 'Being lost' is a slang these days , who everyone wants to be a part of ..Yet sorted .. Who fills the interstices of the womb once the rock comes out ? It is just a rock which moment after moment is moulded Into something .. maybe beautiful , or maybe yet another hollow interstice They stitch the skin with metal , Metals rust , so does sand ....ah just look at us ...rusting I can see the lights in me running away So I slit my throat and let my butterflies out to chase them Dont let anything get into your head on Yet they want us to pave the way Too late .. I say We live in-between billions of stardusts US is one of them we dont consider the star , focussing on the dust This is just another voice over which is gonna get dusted in the mirage of internet No regrets Just want to let it pass through one stardust before it yet again Dies