At the intersection

#7 At the intersection

I don’t like it easy
I’d rather wait for it to rain.
I’d rather break my watch
to forget my time.

Impressions a failing mind,
a faster heart,
imagining a shadow to fall
from a building so tall
that when it hits the ground,
I won’t be around.

But where will I be?
How long and how far?

I solve the cloud,
not the rain.
I will still be wet
in months of sunlight,
making faces at passing cars,
searching for a sound
that breaks my glass
and once again
I will extend my stay
at the intersection,
in a similar pattern of random memories.

Missing nothing

29^th April 2014

#6 Missing nothing

We were born without our names,
in our different worlds of dilemma.
We did not choose our surnames either,
we preferred to lie down and wait for the sun.
Then came the pride and obsolete sense
of belonging somewhere we never belonged to,
as if we own this language, these rituals of
translating our feelings into a pillow of moonlit
feathers and pretending to imitate life.
While life was ignoring everything we had,
taking us to a point where we don’t miss a thing,
anymore.