Who are you? I will probably never know.
Your words are decorating my bending soul.
In silent mornings when I drink my aromatic coffee
Reality disappears, and hypnosis unfolds.

Who are you? The longing that knows my heartache,
Words that I used to believe so easily?
A mute Self, between much white and much black,
Looking constantly for himself in the gloomy parade?

Who are you? You are the world's greatest discovery
Who learnes all about the soul's immortality?
Who sees ice and fire in two distinct colours
And silence speaks to you in tremendous words?

Who are you? A soul with congestion of lava
Who can erupt anytime, leaving behind just waste?
Or a heart pulsing, passing through conversion
And hides his feelings through lyrics and prose?

Who are you? Are you heaven's demonic angel
Who lives and has the courage to shout in the silence,
Who often plays serenades through written poems,
Through mute words, non-words with the gates closed?

Who are you? The one who thinks white will turn gray?
The one who hopes one day black can become white?
Try to see in the fog more colours of your life,
Don't care about time, dual space or duration.

14.01.2018 London

You stole my attention.
The only justice i seek now is that i do right by you with good intentions.
A lesson learnes for a lifetime like im doing 25- life in detention.
Everything around me is suspended, my feet arent touching the ground, so if at times im not walking the straight path, i genuinely missed it.
Missing my misses like not even attempting, youre tempting to the aesthetics of you, baptizing myself in you, dripping.
Now i ask i for forgiviness, the pain coming in pinches, as you cuming and gripping you say dont worry, cause you knew that i meant it which promotes the drippin. incantations of our love whispered in different languages. flesh ripping. I imprint it.
Even when im not there. ghostly. im not like those other ******, baby im not ya figment.
Like a thief in the night, ill take anything but you for granted. Im that ***** that will bench press the planets. You trusting my ever word because you can see it; if you were blind i could literally tell you whats in front of you and with no hesitation, such gracious greatness and no reaistance youll paint it on the canvas.
Knowing every color off the feel and stroke ive given you and the placement.
So you stole the only card i was dealt with in this life just to give me the only card you was dealt in life: the heart of gold.