i feel i have been drinking too much,
beer bottles, vodka shots and such
i feel i haven’t seen you much
without make-up, clothes or at all
what a task is to push the clutch to change the gear,
to steer into other dimension,
where your hellos will host clarity of
infinities,
that is everything,
that I should take the most
. keep laughing I would say,
keep walking they would say,
but what’s what
and then the morning comes, i open eyes with attention, with a feel and glow to grow and to show that i might be sad
and afraid of him, I yell at dad
it’s your fault that I’m mad
with ideas
as i feel — that was your intention
and i choke from the smoke
and i drink the coffee
i lay on the floor, watching the clouds in the sky, drifting so freedomly and i see they are not taking me
why i’m writing this at all, says the voice inside of me