I held my breath
for a second, The clouds stopped
running as if there was a small hole in  time, Just for me to rest my
mind, Just for Me to stop The pulse,
Just for Me to
feel alive

And to think the word that left us

Was ever our own, ever ours, it becomes.



Words grip the iron teeth



What mawkish

We caress,

Projecting enmity

On false enemies.



The movement of the mouth

Makes no ideas

But the air speaks

To shut us up.



My breath

Smudged in writing

Lies dying

On a paper



And of this Dwindling

Fluid in escape,

Evaporating into the

Wind of our breath,

The breath of our word,

A word is not yet spoken,

For it forever dwindles.

Clarity is the thing that I need,
And somehow it keeps running away from me,
It doesn't matter how many of your texts I read,
It still confuses me,

Furthermore, I go outside when I feel the need,
I let the rain fall upon my skin,
But I’m not wet,
Why the **** do I always overreact?!
Like I would have a chain around my neck!

Breath...

That's what I tell myself,
But how can it calm me down,
When the rain that is supposed to be wet,
Is dry when I think about how we met.

I have no soul to make use of my spirit.
I have no love to make use of my body.
I have no dreams to make use of my heart.  
I have no paths to make use of my legs.
I have no depth to make use of my arms.  
I have no words to make use of my breath.
I have no gardens to make use of my nose.
I have no kitchen to make use of my tongue.
I have no thunder to make use of my ears.
I have no imagination to make use of my eyes.
I have no needles to make use of my hands.

I have no me to make use of the world.

my breath?
ragged
tainted
untamed
uneven

billowing gusts of air

how
can it
even escape my lungs
when my
heart
jackhammers so
mercilessly?

i’m filled with nothing but
curiosity
and
intrigue

i want to be filled with nothing but
you

i want
your lips
your hair
your hands
your arms

i want
time
to explore
the
inches of your ******
surface

i want to make you feel
a way
you have never
felt
before

The Town breathes, you just
Need to halt and hark for a moment;
There is blood flows through its veins;
And you easily can see it; you just need
To stop for a second and see it; the town
Lives its own life whether you like it or not;
Don’t deny it; you just need to be aware of
It when your tread its paved streets next
Time; you need to understand the
Mechanism behind it; you need to
Comprehend that you are one of an
Infinite amount of particles scurrying
Around; if you just at least pretend to
Believe in it then everything will start
Peu à peu to make some sense; till Then
Once in a time cease your eternal roaming
And just listen to hear something that can
Change your life