Dot, dot, dot.


I am nothing in a world obsessed with beauty.
I am all things, only when it suits me.
I am falling, come pick me up.
I am flying high on the wings of a lovedove.


I am peace in a chaotic space.
I am serenity.  I am grace.
I am all those things you hate to waste.
I am in need of independence;
I am sent towards a new precedence,
By thoughts inside my empty head,
That blossom daily, or is it hourly?  I forget.


I am picturing you drawing me in a studio.
I am oblivious to all you keep on telling me. I know; I know.
I try to remember but the cells don’t work.
I try to speak out but I don’t have the nerve.
I try to be intelligent without sounding like a nerd,
But I remain the same, I remain the same,
I remain the same; unheard.


I am without love, I am only with loss.
I am making the best of what it is I have got,
But I am nothing, I remain with nothing,
I am …


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