stories
Memory
papers burning,
confusing light,
tears falling,
chromatic quietness,
scent of the past
in the air,
memories purified,
life fragments
enslaved by words no more,
temporary relief
from despair,
turned to ashes.
beginning with today,
he said,
I am your memory.
sometimes I feel
like I did not exist
my steps did not touch the ground
but a handful of stars
as if air would not change
passing through me
as if I would not feel the sun
and not have a shadow
as if I would not have loved.
I’ll never love again
Is wasted time…
I locked myself in the library
Until the books fell over me
Covered my ears with loud music
Until I could not hear my heartbeats
I took trains
To discover new places
Then returned and opened the door-
Nobody inside,
Only white walls
Somehow smaller
Full of spider webs,
Rusty letter box
Quiet phone
Over nothingness.
I could not breathe anymore
And ran away
Until I missed again
Books, music
And love.