Breathe a little, Live a little, Yearn a little, Burn a little
How many years does it take to trust again?How many moments of being thereWhen my eyes open?When I can predict…
I am revealedIn the fissures of my being.In the nooks and cranniesHidden dark corners where I hideEven from myself.In inky…
I am loved, they tell me, like no one ever was,I am good, apparently, with the purest of heartsBut but…
No ends, no beginnings, just infinite loops, As I watch my self, my self watches too.