Sunset, Prishtina - Kushtrim Thaqi

Sunset

the first and second of November were my days, I can’t say the same for the third. I think, at some point we all break. and there’s beauty in it. (now we’re in February)

Lunatics

there is this time of night
in every day
and often, to protect themselves
they get drunk, drugged
before the clock hits 11 pm
so they can fall asleep and survive
for another day, another day…

Rehab

And my teeth clash again against each other
until I fall asleep,
and the morning comes;
I survived! I am strong!
One day done; Twenty nine days to come;
Twenty nine long years.

Frail

It hurts, just as it did a long time ago, maybe even more;
Just as it did then- when for the first time
I subdued the pain in my chest, by picking up the pen.

Step(s)

Here you are on a big hall walking bare feet cutting the air, not moving at all! Holding the weight of your past which is dragging you down you move, yet, you’re not moving at all! How long as it been since you got here after you lost it all; Do you remember anything, have…