I stay here in this closet Thinking of sunflowers and roads I could have taken Thinking of guitars, and water splashes, and loneliness and all the ways to reach an old self Thinking of Mars, and stardust, puppies and love, ghosts and future plots Thinking of mornings, and hate, and fall, and playgrounds with nocturnal […]

Lines going out of this world and back in a perfect solitude No other entities, no drops, no clouds, no sounds, not even sun rays or dust Just emptiness, stillness, grey covers and a mute abyss Edges, numbness and a huge plain of bones from all the theories I fed myself with. I can play […]