Non-thinking was a tremendous effort,
I scratched the years one by one.
Between you and me was a river,
it has gone now.
Are you beyond the imagination?
My eyelids bleed,
and there is a painful punctuation.
Give me fireflies, it is too dark here.
The future tense, is not relevant now.
Present is very tense.
Books fail to open the lyrics.
I am lonely in the prints.
Life makes a big leap
for the sake of splash.
I place the candles in the wind,
away from the home, which never was.
Going where the memories
had seedless interiors.
For space refuses to be filled in.