I let myself go,
and I float among the clouds,
hiding behind this infinite sun,
for this time, I will be no one.

Unnoticed I go,
and I never come back too soon,
because the stars are so much closer
and I have feelings for the moon.

I left a long time ago,
I remember living in pollution,
down where the trees struggle to breath
down where reality was choking me.

I won't be back home tomorrow,
so don't call me down, don't be sad;
I'll be back when I'm ready to realise
I'm no longer a weightless ghost.

often tough times taught us to write.






© pax

There's a moon in the sky
And a few stars too.

Which of them is you?


-- Eleanor

I look at myself in the mirror and I do not recognize what I see.
Those eyes,
They are not mine.
They are empty and cold.
I am not who I once was.
Maybe I am in a dream.
This person is not who I am supposed to be.

window
window flowers
flowers on her dress
dress in shop window
in this brown city
in this green country
there is no escape from its rarity

I just learnt something
And narrowed my world
Pulling corners of the table
Closer to me

I just learnt something
And my friend did not
So when he speaks, when she comments
On waste on her tongue, elastic in his breath
Wrongs don't decompose and I don't forget the smell
Error, errors in their legend
And a narrower world with less space to breathe

I learnt something today
And burnt one wick of wonder,
And now all I have
Is a certainty
Ahead of an error
As concrete ink
On a page lies ponderous
And I feel my way fall lower
I learnt something

River hardened stones
cobble the road
centuries old
like polished bones
of the countless souls
that have roamed.
What stories they've told
what memories they hold.
adding mine to their load
a passage of one travelling home.

You in a prison cell they put you in.

Me in my mental prison, that you created.

Your freedom taken away by force.

Mine taken away from you.