I want to smell your books
To live in all the worlds within
Yet time carries me in hooks
As I live underneath your skin
I don't belong here anymore
My eyes are out of ink
In million shadows they sore
In million realities they sink
I try to sip your words like wine
The rare taste drown me down
Then the pilot of time of mine
Tells me that i should leave town
I pull all my ribs i want to stay
My mind is an overgrown earth
That masters me him to obey
In leaving to another universe

∴ Lyna Salman