There's something between your humanity and mine
and it reappears when i feel less than i should.
i've been tired and quite insane.
it's weird but things don't hurt me
as they used to.
it isn't evolution.it's self-protection instead.
my daily pains are small mistakes,
pieces of my momentary self,
old choices and lack of direction
when you forget more who you were
as if you had promised somebody
to be skinless, to be brainless,
to be the symbol of my outrage
i wish i could cry. i wish i could make plans
as times flies like light fracturing the sky
in two.
but i fall in new holes,
but i invite pain to dress me in poison.
i've got to go on. maybe i should forget too.
maybe i should put a sunset in my mouth
and swallow it as if the warmth i need
is only in me and not in distant moons.
didn't talk to myself today
but the voices inside my head told me
to do strange things again.
maybe today is a good day
to see particles, atoms, dust
