It is a dream
You are holding my hand
I br/eak it off
I am cutting off my ties
I jump onto the first plane
I would go
Somewhere unknown
And start again from scratch
A stranger in a strange land
New name, new life
I would pretend I am brand new
No one would know about
The fis/sure you inflicted in my hea/rt
When you tossed me aside and bro/ke all the vows you pledged to me
I still wear your promise ring
On my *******
To remember murderers look just like everybody else
Stealthily they will **** all of your hopes
Steal everything from you
And I am left with empty pockets
I cannot remember if the holes were already there when I met you
Or if one arm hugged me while the other cut out holes in my love
To create a marvellous pattern of destruction and hopelessness
At least I am still pretty outside
As long as the appearance does not reflect
The carnage, the massacre in my soulless hell
I will jump on the first plane
And go
Somewhere unknown

Sometimes I stare at the

H         o        r        i        z       o       n

I imagine someone does the same and now
One
Two
People are staring at the

H         o        r        i        z       o       n

Suddenly,
We are One Two.
It does not matter that I am
lonely
I am not
**alone.

I got a little lost
Turned around and couldn’t find my way back
Still
  Everyone                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­    gets
                                                              ­                           lost
Some find their way back
Some do                                  
                                                  not.
I am still searching for pieces of myself to add
Glue to my body
Attach to my soul
Increase my density
Like the Sun who ***** the void in
Who inhales the space around
Widen
Swell up
Fill up the


S             P            A              C              E


And still shines
And still grows

I have lost myself again
But it is not to say I will not
Find myself afresh
In between the words I write to
Expand
Widen
**** up
All the space available
At the edge of my spirit
And inside my tortured mind

*(If I find myself, will I find you there?)

Love has no way of staying attached.
Love is not an *****, not a cell in your body.
Love is this thing.
Love is there, then it isn’t anymore, and there is nothing that can be done.
So you create a ring to put on someone’s finger to say they belong to you.
Maybe they will keep it.
But they can pull it off.
They can do anything.
You have no control.
And it is terrifying to know that love,
Love is a thing.
Not a person.
You cannot lock it away and force it to love you back.
Love comes and goes
Love comes and stays
But love never takes any advices.
Love has its own frame of mind.
And its mind is as cloudy as this autumn's evening.
You cannot predict if it will rain, if the wind will blow, if the moon will appear, if snow will fall unexpectedly.
You cannot predict a thing.
But love is always around,
Perhaps to break your heart,
Perhaps to sew it back together.
But it is there.
It lurks.
And strikes everytime it hits.

They say that love fits like a glove.
But love doesn't fit like a glove.
We fit into dozens of gloves throughout our lives.
We use a new pair every winter,
We cherish them when the cold hits
But when the trees turn back to green
The scarves fall to the floor
We forget about sweaters and warm blankets…
The gloves disappear somewhere in a closet where we can never find one or the other again.
It doesn’t bother us.
We buy a new pair.
Miss the warmth of the previous one,
Maybe miss the familiarity of a pair that fit perfectly for a while but then…

Then we forget.

And it goes on and on.
So love doesn’t fit like a glove.
Love doesn’t fit.
Love torns.

**But it is so worth it