How are you? A river still?
Or waves that crash against your will?
A painted smile, a hollow tune,
Or storms that whisper to the moon?
How are you feeling—tell me true,
Is joy a fire burning through?
Or does the dusk within your chest
Hold echoes of the sun’s last rest?
Now, how are you? A tethered kite?
Or drifting leaves in endless flight?
Don’t just tell me you’re “okay,”
Let’s paint your heart in words today.
What’s the colour of your sky?
A golden dawn or night’s reply?
And what’s the weight upon your chest?
A feather’s touch or iron’s rest?
How are you, my friend, be real—
No need to lock the things you feel.
For when I ask you how you are,
Your truth will never leave a scar.
What’s next in Peter’s Box? ¡Hasta luego amigos!
