slit at the ankle
i fell
was hard enough itself
laying down was no option
to rise was to live on
to stay down was ro die
it seemed impossible to stand again
but it had to be done
no matter how or where
what once was distant
is now my obly friend
yin is yang now
embarkment onto a new journey
darker than before than after

have you tried it before?
or this is your first encounter
the encounter to a thought
a thought of a parallel universe
where you read a book backwards
sing backwards
and do backwards
it might seem alien at first
then it might not interest you
but you have definitely been there.

Every time you think of her
your life runs backwards
first from the end
the last time you saw her
the last fight
the last kiss
the last smile
then comes nostalgia
nostalgia of all the good times
all the days under the sun
all the moonlit nights
till you reach the beginning
that is, the very first time
the falling at first sight
the rhythm divine
the first kiss
the texting at night.

Till the potion
potion to the parallel universe
wears off
and leaves you with a smile.