You’re tornado
You’re an avalanche, an abyss
You’re an angel, you’re demon, and you’re a beast
You’re worse
You’re far from bottomless
You are a violet flow of water from the mountains/
It’s a war!
You’re crazy, cunning,
You’re clumsy, you’re night-stormy
You are alone
That’s what you need, and so is not available
You love that lives on the tip of the eyelashes

I revisit long-forgotten places
and a past that no longer offers warmth.
I yearn to return to where the spark ignited, to the realm
of genuine emotions and dreams.

I flee from my own essence, reaching for the stars,
as frigid as my heart.
I have become a stranger to all that once was.

The day concludes, giving way to night,
during which my heart
awakens to beat more fervently
in a torrent of memories
and illusions that rise repeatedly.

Only in the morning do
I rediscover my true self within the vacant walls.
And I aspire to become a star –
Just as frigid, to radiate from the heavens
and remain unattainable to all.

My thoughts drift to distant valleys as
I seek the ancient past that eludes me.
I experience a continual demise within myself,
yearning to feel the warmth of beloved hands,
if only in my dreams.

I escape from my own being by reaching for the stars.
There is no affection in castles built in the air,
and my heart remains shattered.