walk, walk, walk,
let all that you are from your shoulders slide
and into ground clash.
breathe… knowing that you have lost,
you are lost,
less as you are
full– fool as you might.
…and, I accept!
everything you chose
or might choose to do,
since the moment I decided
that you were worthy!
since my inner self said,
“I accept you!”
come and walk on me, get high, high,
let us become one cloud
sailing above clouds in the mountains made of pictures
and thoughts and nightmares of all kinds
boring, the definition itself,
boring, as boring as someone might get.
why would anyone stay?
when we, ourselves, would have definitely left.
No angel, no demon, no witch can hold a candle
to the magic that your presence emanates.
we both know nothing!
this, we know.
like children giving birth to children
who nothing knew
in the same way, without a direction,
we are lost too.
when eyes closed I walk through that door,
forgetting myself in the void,
even if you leave before me,
there, give birth to me once more.
as for me,
I would stop at this month.
watch your eyes move as you dream,
measure your eyelashes’ length,
and silently dance with the rhythm of your heart.
such small lips…
but your life is your life.