time-lapse

stillness

a draft sneaks through
and only the emptiness is left;
no paths to follow;
stinging memories remain vivid,
the colors slowly fade;
time is the catalyst for a delusive seek of meaning,
yielding as another day slip away.

(un)pure

immoral hunger, shame deprived

já não sei

estar, sentar, falar, sorrir, comer, vaguear, foder, ouvir, partilhar, ver, amar

sem me sentir esmagado

haze

illusion
my nemesis

...

Sento-me e viajo.
Por entre texturas e personagens,
saboreio cores, bebo novos sons.
Recordo o turbilhão do meu silêncio
enquanto não sacio o jejum de novos ventos.
Viro;
Olho;
Desperto!..

…e sossego.
Regresso e sento-me.
Passo os dedos no papel e recordo o sopro desse momento.

delusion

the

echoes

of

a

voice

no

one

cares

to

listen

as with everything...

even an end has a start. i just never saw it coming.
or did i?