Cold slowly crawling on my feet

Is eating the last bits of sadness;

I can’t feel my toes anymore.

I am happy to see you smile

When I spend my hours drinking my life away,

And waiting for it to be over.

I wish you saw,

I wish you could understand

That I need this,

I need it more than you see I do.

I wish I were transparent,

I wish you saw through me all the time,

Giving me the space

To detach myself

From you.


I close my eyes,


Strange place,

Strange faces.

The dense air

Has pushed the smile

Away. No place

For happiness

Among the narrow streets

And shiny buildings.

The five points

Relax the evening,

But do not

Bring any relief.

The weight with no meaning

Has clouded time.

Drywall blocks and

Pointless beats

Are all this place is.

I have emptied myself

Before entering

This dream that is not over yet.

I have only left to wait,

Meditating in patience,

Waiting for the

Peace of awakening.



Funky music. French accent.

Friendly smile.

A small universe in every glass.

Pale all evening.

Crafted mood.

Lonely soul.

Hexagon on the floor.

Time is too slow.

Wishes of time travel

Are as untrue as a cake.

Slow steps back.

Cold room.

Creaking floor.

Empty bed.

Illusion of warmth.


So much until I smile again.

So little.

So much.