More of this.
Going and repeating,
Each boomerang is about to fly back
To remind me of my own foolishness.
A hand and a face I could rely on
The kingdom of dream
Has sucked everything available,
No memories of that conversation 5 minutes ago.
Attempted conversations turn into ash
Being blown into your face.
Cutching the fist to save something
That has been torturing for about a year.
Not heard a word after 5-second eye contact,
Turn around and leave,
Hoping that the next eye contact would become longer.