Sunsets.

On your fingers

glossy reflection

of who I want to be,

and who I always was.

Your open lips

remind me of the day

that I was born.

Can’t believe how much time
has passed,
as much as static events within me stayed,
chasing me from time to time
like in a restless dream
where you’re chased by a thing,
but your legs are too slow.

I want to know
how many times there was a chance
but got neglected,

taking turns
at the wrong time
and wrong place

You won’t replace
the moment that was ours.

Sometimes
A moment occurs
When you instantly feel
That this right here converted already into
A very elegant memory

Without asking for your permission
to integrate
It just does

The present, past and future are all in one
The conjunction of our breath and flesh now
The nostalgia of what was left behind before
And the unknown which awaits us after

I want you too

as I watched white thin branches -
limbs of her creeping flesh
crawling to nowhere and
always reaching nothing
in the world full of ash

only faintly touching the infinite asphalt
in a fading motion
desiring petty dim of emotion

but I am a bystander
to apathy fully surrendered
I need to be someone else

to put your limbs at place
and soul at peace

today I found

that hiding little thing

that freed the spells of my pandora box

and it felt good

no judgement needed

anymore

what is it that you want?

As she gazed through the reflection
With two static icy soul-*******
sensors absorbing visual information of the presence
My intangible essence of being
Shattered
Against whispering silences floor
As I ran
Choking on the evening repugnant air
The truth was gagged out from the self-absorbing sky

There is no reason why
There is no reason why
There is no reason why

I don’t know how I can manage to be sane
when my thoughts are constantly compressed
Into
Variations of sequences which have occurred already
or just preparing to fully engender
I wish this process was easier to process
Humidity of these days evaporates
and leaves us here to choke on
The humility
of our plebeian unawareness
about matter as such
which allegedly created the meaning of this all
but I don’t want to fall
Again
Into the abyss
filled with my immature nihilism
and rejection of essence as such
Where all the hideous things from the past
ceased being damaging but mutated
into something like a reminiscence
of a dark comedy film
where every character feels
Nothing