As I wake up I feel by touch in the semi dark features shared by others
I was not what you wanted, in a way this boy got between us
Obsessive relations with girls and boys around my age would send me in thankless trips around the country
in order to find
That’s in the past
This is why I cry to this day against comparative thought among people, things…
Nobody will know
the twists and turns of my route
won’t be described by the news, I write them now
As my sweet demise is getting closer, I
As I get up from the floor in state I remained for days I end up in pop star pose – it will not be recorded by cameras
For every café meeting A star
would pop right next to my bed / head
A star – star – like me
Hug my pillow
If she is wasting her time, I am wasting my time as well
Nothing days count for something
in my books
If he’s thinking about me
I think about him from my bed
But it’s another day
Flower emerges from
The way from your house to my house
flower emerges
It will not be recorded by cameras – nobody will see
Now I say to myself <<Don’t go home with a secret>>
What if my amenities slip through the cracks
The news will not write the twists and turns of my route
They happening now
I saw all that in my dream