unkind words

glowing in the dark 

the words imagined are the ones that hurt the most 

the words your own abis feeds you with

when you think nobody is looking 

coming from a place of invisible structure.

fantasy

finally I take a turn towards normality 

finally I overcome something that kept me still, kept me waiting

finally I start to let go 

of a fantasy I cared deeply about

but still a fantasy in itself. 

nothing else to say

my tremble hands 

my tremble voice  

my mind is telling me 

I need to say goodbye. 

tension

tension i need to depose

tension stuck in my chest

tension that intensifies in your pressence

physical tension I am not used to as my mind is my hardest worked muscle. 

 

 

nothingness

nothingness I know from long time youngest love

nothingness shared on a bench in Cismigiu 

nothingness that seemed at one point something 

lost nothingness. 

misinterpreted

my thoughts are rebels in an empire well guarded. 

Action is the only one that surrenders lack of being.  

Misinterpreted interest. Misunderstood. Nothingness I fell for.

river

If my imagination would be a river 

I would swim in it and somedays I would draw a finish line. 

A fish would glow inside and would travel so far that my imagination would need to stretch to catch it. 

A little rainbow would hug the river 

And I would know my imagination gives too much to too little.