i like to stain the paper
i like to see the bruises
burns and cuts.

i think of you every day;
when i look at the sunset i wonder if you're looking at it too
only you can make me smile so easily
your presence erases all the times i felt blue.

everything was in its place
yet something felt unfamiliar
known faces changed beyond recognition
time flew lazily like a melted caramel
i could see other people' lips moving fast, forming words, creating sentences,
but everything was almost muted, like i was in a bubble
perhaps i visited parallel universe
perhaps i slept too little
or perhaps none of this was real and i noticed some glitch
day passed like a fog, i went to bed and lay my head down
and hopefully shook of this day

To be alive
To witness the beauty
To love unconditionally again
Is the best gift
I have ever received

i keep coming back to you
in the same manner i come back to a poem i can't figure out

i like to dream about my life. in my head
i visit old places, i replay painful memories,
i watch myself grow, i try to grasp about my future self,
i paint the sights i've come across once,
i imagine my first apartment - maybe even a garden,
i dream about all of the possibilities,
i wander through every direction.

i like to read my old self
through pages, through smells, through songs.
i like to visit my childhood
through pretty words, through the right angle of light, through films;
i dream about my life; i dream about the universe itself.

Lover,
I fear the sleep of death
where I dream,
but do not see your face

Lover,
I have not seen you
for two years

Lover!
I fear I am
already dead