Self induction to feeling chaos,
the need of drowning oneself...
While life runs over you.

The special sensation
of forgetting how to be
the best for you, the best for me.

The empty awareness
of forgiving the pain,
remembering him always,
but also letting him return.

And as an answer,
the single silence
hurts so much.

THE LONELY WINTERS WE WILL ALL HAVE...

And in spring it was you,
in summer it was you.
The only one who brought
me tiny bits of colour.