your sky is not my sky,
but sometimes we share
the same spot on earth.

Pain is asymmetrical.
On my left side
there is this bruise
waiting to be healed.

Because love,
Love is unpredictible.
on my right side,
it almost disappeared.

there's this thought
that drives
so fast
my cerebral cortex
can hardly keep up with it.
and as one thought
leads to another,
I find myself impatiently
waiting
at the crosswalk,  
while taking another sip
of my coffee.

Take a deep breath,
don’t swipe so fast,  
you still have bruises
invisible, yet colorfast.

If sensation is not perception
I demand to see what you have seen
before my eyes met yours,
before my feet stumbled
across the hands of yours.
before my voice played
along the sound of yours
and your feet passed on all the routes
for me forever left unseen.

Give me back the time
I stared
at my black screen.
Give me back the time
I listened
to any sound that could have
disturbed
the silence I was in.

You remember those small soaps,
that touch the skin and leave no smell
that wash away the time
you spent in some cheap hotel ?

I found one of those soaps,
that washed no skin and had no smell
and was just plain white
with no touch left to tell.