One day I will find
the peace and quiet
I need to release my mind.

I will let true characters
breath themselves to life,

Like an old man who forgot
everything.
So, old memories become new
and he has to see
his wonderful history
as a stranger’s story,

A wish granting girl
in the bottom of a well
who has to feel
the horrors of
all the wishes she grants,

A sacrificial sin eating
psychic
who can see all the suffering
and tries to inform
the world
but is gutted;

I will run myself dry
see my strange selves
fly away from the page.

One day when it is to late
I will find the perfect space
and not write all these pages.