ARE YOU SERIOUS?




I don’t know.

This game of meaning is getting old.

Maybe because it wasn’t meant to be just a game.

When shall I give describing the indescribable another try?


Eyes don’t open to illumination but to the absence of darkness.

The moon that used to be new approaches full.

(Same as my consciousness?)

“I have come all this way to go back different.”


It’s hard to call a feeling what I remember from before memory.

Still, there are some days I can only be happy with you.

Other days only without you.

See what I mean?