I've never been good at
Being touched.

Though the fingers
Of endless suitors
Have traced incomparable
Lines of affection,
They all stroke
The same wounds.

New hands feel like
Recycled lullabies,
Humming promises
Of a new melody,
Singing a remedy for
My impassivity.

Whether words fall
Passionate or
Fearful,
Endearment lines my lips
With an expiration
Long enough to convince me,
But short enough to leave me.

Reminding me:
The disintegration of
Indifference
Remains
My prerequisite
For destruction.

So before you
Touch me with
Promises of a new
Orchestration,
I'm already marking the
Days until you leave.

Because my skin
Is tired of
Intruders hidden
Behind momentary
Infatuation.

So keep your hands to yourself.

One side, two sides
where should I go?
I ask my friends
but how can they know
where one side starts and the other ends

One side, two sides
where should I stand?
I ask my friends
but they fail to understand
the meaning that my message sends

One side, two sides
what should I do?
I ask my friends
but they have problems, too
so I'll pray until the problem mends

"A one-way ticket to space, please."

"These coins can’t get you anywhere"

I poured my silver lined heart
on the desk

"Ma’am this is all I have"

“I am afraid that is not enough"

I plucked my crystal tears
drew the rubies in my veins

I picked out my pearly eyes
they rolled like silk into her hands

"Enjoy your trip"



But

As I stood on the observation deck

Before the inky canvas
freckled with glistening stars

I realised

I had no

Eyes to see
hearts to please

Not even a tear to weep

Just a vessel
With a metaphoric soul

And a one-way ticket to space.

I met Death today
she shook my hand in a polite manner
then allowed me to adjust to the new
overwhelming reality
as if she knew it would take a while
we bathed in silence;
the consternated and the experienced
little by little getting used to each other's
presence, now and forever

but Death has done this before

When people are gone
there is nothing left to fear
the nature is free

I saw a girl once
and she just gave me a smile
but that was enough

Hello
I have a request for you
or a favour if you will
I need an advice
from someone like you
but then I guess I could ask anyone
Still
do you mind?
do you have a minute?
a minute to spare I mean
for someone like me
but then again a minute for anyone
Well
I hope you do
but I guess you’re busy
who isn’t these days?
we rush to live
and keep running around in circles
Oh
did you hear?
they won again
and the others lost
curious huh?
and here I thought it’ll be different this time
Now
excuse me
it seems I’m delirious
I felt different for a while
nevermind, though,
it’s all gone now, all back to normal
Right
my question
I almost forgot
see, I’ve lost something
something important to me;
I seem to have lost myself in the crowd
Once
I looked around
And I couldn’t find my shadow
between all the same people
I blended in with the crowd
and I think I wasn’t the only one
Thanks
for your help
(help us, will you?)
we all need to find ourselves
but hurry up before we all
lose our shadows and become one