being inhumane

Darkness spread around me

and swallow me whole.

The sun is a liar.

It is not warm and gold anymore.

I found it quite dark here.

Can anyone pull down the blinds

and switch off the day for me.

i live in my past before

When I was small,

i imagine myself

being at that place quite often.

gone and forgotten

Nowadays we die twice.

First when we pass away,

and second time

when no one recognize us

in a photograph.

the empty frame

Each day I stood for a time,

looking at no one,

thinking by myself.

 

Each day this is all that happened.

There is no witness.

 

Nobody saw,

nobody heard,

except myself, except now.

i’d like to fall asleep with you

There is never an overstatement.

When feeling are too fully expressed,

there is no space left for the unknown.

if i have no sound

If sad is a sound,

i do not want to hear anything.

I just want to break something.

life is elsewhere

What we call past

is somehow similar

to what we call aboard.

 

It is not a matter of distance,

it is the passage of a boundary.

“fly to mailand”