Aj Nie Wiem

With one smooth move, on ‘breath in’, I close us. I send us away. My cheeks are no longer rosy. My hands no longer shake. The world did not stop moving. It no longer hurts. I breath. Everything is exactly the way it used to be.

TELEGRAM: chillness is able to effectively expire feel-ings.

I am like a thawing machine.
Firstly, I freeze in me, whatever I feel.
Then, when suddenly arrives that tide of tenderness, I begin to melt.
Melted I prick conscience, that my direction of actions is simply absurd.
For the frozen product that is thawing decomposes.
Oh, right. After all, I am decomposed- all the way through the bone narrow.

TELEGRAM: In all honesty, I don’t require all that much….

Maybe…Nonetheless my temperature should go down. I will gain my strength to have it with my past, once and for all.

Time to clean all this me that collected around me- only because I wasn’t able to move an eyelid. How much can one close eyes to obvious matters. He was. Now gone. And won’t be. Time came to roll up my sleeves and stop the bellyaching.

Think too much today. Too long. And I am scared. Looking at me, most likely wont be able to tell. Under the curtain of smile I hide fright and consternation. When you want a lot, you pay the highest price.