2020.08.11.
The fatality of things
The sky was the color of the Arctic Oceancauliflower shaped clouds decorating the space
I open the windows and a cat comes out to meow at the birds
I grab a cloud for the cream that I'm making
lacks flavor
The book that I gave myself is getting long
I leave it and I start cleaning the bathroom mirror
and I clean everything, and leave the house like a palace
and it suits me, because at least I don't think so much
about my future
The security forces protecting the State
have forgotten to watch over the lovers
who wander homeless from their homes to work
and scare children and the elderly with their glances
Where will they arrive?
The sky was the color of the Arctic Ocean
cauliflower shaped clouds decorating the space
I open the windows and a cat comes out to meow at the birds
I grab a cloud for the cream that I'm making
You are coming for dinner
I don't know if you have noticed it
but it costs me so much
to pretend that it doesn't happen
that which is happening to me
it may just be
countercultural
but I feel that it is more serious
I feel that nothing is worth anything to me
that everything is going to be fatal for me
because of my mentality