Another beautiful girl,
A carefree feeling and a smell…
The air gorges on my heart…
Is the only defense
You can get close to.
Me too quickly
And it all blurs
Into a hateful mess.
It’s always something else
I’m not allowed to say to anyone.
God wags his finger at me when the words leave me and he soaks their implications
At least for me…
And everyone who reads this and thinks it’s pretentious…
That’s how karma works.
But I’m talking to myself.
An army of ideas grows old and tired, they whisper
“Hey! At least we’re here for you…”
And that’s true…