About the second you comprehend a touch whispering in you was right from the very beginning.

You unchain a double honest persona but just when darkness prevails, still there are slips now and then.

Since you can only speculate what others’ unconscious selves have seen, now conceive of you, you’re scared.

And you are receding yourself into an action that could be the final memory…

You simply cannot stop thinking and a heart attach of overwhelming sensations spread as fast as water set free.

Broken wings, scattered dreams of illusions, even perfect truths that started a journey with your face hidden.

You’re startled now even more as half of one wing is in the arms of a name that is mistaken about the key.

Is it so wrong to keep close someone, the present protection, in whom you haven’t lost hope although…far away?

Outside problems are smaller than what your inner identity possesses.

Hold on, they said and you held on, but at this point… you’re leaving pieces of yourself on a scarlet leaf, in a breath of incandescent air, among snowflakes on a summer night.

How are you supposed to keep hanging on when you are not real now, while their time has disappeared step by step?

You are given the possibilities to deny it all, but you just can’t…imagine…how…when…who…no.

You stare at people, movement as if it’s all new and you can’t stop wondering: How do I make you smile, sadness?

You’re frightened others will fall happy near, but you’re damaged enough to incarcerate that deep, ‘cause similarity is what you really seek.

The scars run deep so as salt is relief compared to what you’re getting.

Facing them you are lost and delirious.

Sunday, 23 March 2008