Quiet gentlemen! Quiet!
                           Do not make fools of yourselves.
                           Do not interrupt my thoughts by laughing and weeping.


                                   Breath and disappear.



                                This morning i saw my wings in the mirror;
                                 bright lights, big ideas, brave confidence.
                                 And then, out of nothing, i started crying-
                                 somehow my wings got stucked in my own reflexion.



                                Oh Misery! Why did i **** myself?
                                Did I?


                             Blood was everywhere and so was the illusion.