inana

When did I leave here?

Why, floating head?

Why did you undertake the journey without me?

-. Since when did we divide?

He asks my reason for my sanity.

They look at each other, they miss each other, they are no longer the same.

I repeat to myself, once, twice, a hundred times, if this window through which I look out today as an old-new tenant, it will be a small plot of my oblivion.

! Yeah !

The oblivion that is full of memory as a poet grandfather says, the one that returns violently to disarm me, the one that returns violently to hit me, who interviews me and I question him, but in the end he will be right and I will have a black eye .

What I lived lucidly is gone.

The lived happily gone.

And now what do we do floating head?

Disarm ourselves, patch ourselves up, look into the distance as the being we were smokes up, we forget, we die.....

He left us.

Was.

Pieces, skies, hands, pampering, children, mom, dad, brothers...

And there hanging

I...

I?

And ..... Or (around here the letters are no longer recognized)

quartered,

sick

with sharp ears

and waiting for some event

event that will surely also be imaginary.

quartered

sick

with sharp ears

and waiting for some voices

of friendship and enmity

with my neighbors

with my ghosts

with the family

and that more than sure will also be imaginary.

For my waves of lucidity!

-Health !!

That the sad passage of this long exile

don't break the memory

whose i was

whose were you

in some small dejabu of my clumsiness.

Until while....

I forget .

@bo

@missy @penny @eirenne @lust

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