solitude

kissed by the afternoon sun, in the absence of love, there is a sadness that glows in the dark. The gren light of the thousand thoughts that were killed in the process, the argument of the soil that makes the earth turn round and round.  No other feelings than the one of solitude remains. 

living inside

your voice lives in my head. 

your eyes live in my stomach. 

your presence is near my eyes in the little muscle in between my eyes.

And I keep trying to find a door to send them outside my being. 

late

Late to my last thought of the day. Late to the little things life can bring. Late to my dreams painted in blue and green. Later in life, somewhere in the dark, in-between the 2 and 3 of night, I give my sleep to the earth that never sleeps.    

social self

my arms are small. ny feet are small. my passion is a giant disguised in a midget. Your presence, your awaiting presence in my mind numbs the other senses. It makes me without numbers, without judgement. It makes me different vs whom I used to be. The reality we build in our minds vs the real social selfs. In awaiting moments. 

liniile destinului

 linii in spatiu. linii de dantela impletite cu mii de posibilitati, cu mii de conversatii si cu iluzia unei coloane a infinitului strans inradacinata in vointa ta, in ceea ce presupun, in ceea ce nu las sa se inteleaga, in ceea ce se stinge si se aprinde in mine. Linii ce ar putea sa fie, linii ce se sting in vise de zi.

dor

 fanta sufletului tau se cutremura intre stele de vara si miscari de dans, haotice piese de lego destelenite dintr-o minte prea Lunga, prea strajnica si prea departe de tot ceea ce portiunile de jad ale sufletului meu pot cuprinde. Se scufunda starea de ieri in necuvant. Se scufunda intre lumina si sporii violet ai lipsei prezentei. Se lichefiaza umbra nemiscata, incastrata in pietrele de jad si ramane in lipsa ta un dor de care vreau sa ma scutur. Un dor pe care il recunosc in verde si albastru si un gri uneori, in ceata noptii. Un dor de care ma lepad mereu si peste care lacrimile-mi ingheata, pentru ca dimineata sa imi ia foc iar pe obraji, dor.

Ma lepad si cu cat ma lepad mai dor se face tot.

burned evidence

Panic button for some kind of connection, linked with some kind of disconnected feelings. My soul has burned all the evidence.  My crying finished the walls inside. There is a fantasy that will never be, that I already miss.