sometimes
I’m lucky
only I cross
the borders
of tangled
thoughts,
my mind, it’s -
messy, so messy, it will take eternity
cleaning it, carefully
but I’m scared
not to live my sacred fantasy

sometimes
I’m happy
only I enter
the banter
of silent
whispers,
my mind, it’s -
crazy, so crazy, it will take ages
treating it, slowly
but I’m scared
not to read my unique pages