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  • Some people are maps, others are places on them

    I believe some people are ships, other destinations. People sail through people, and many arrive at their destination only when they become ships, but nothing more than that, nothing less. I believe everyone has a map. Some people are maps, others are places on them. Me, I’m caught trying to swim over the edges of…

  • Life after death inside myself

    I’ve never been happier then the moment I stopped believing in life after death. Not the physical one, it would be too obvious. Life after death inside us. Every time I exhaled the unfulfilled. It freed me from apathy and boredom, and again I can hear myself at night counting. But how do you count…

  • Words are parasites that inhabit my delicate skin

    And then the words started coming out. One by one, ⠀ they competed with each other, which is to be the first to reach my body. ⠀ The blows are more painful than the baton itself. Word by word, naked body, ⠀ sticking condemnations to the same one. ⠀ ⠀ Words are parasites that ⠀…

  • I will never be big enough to light up the whole room

    I am the Candle, the cast of wax. A wick is stringed through me. Sometimes short, sometimes long. I’m lucky if it’s long, but it also means I’ll burn longer. It means that I’ll live longer, although every time I feel like it becomes shorter. I will melt my own body with tears, whenever you…

  • They are already dead, but they don’t know it

    Sometimes I hear only the echo of what I intended to write. A cry from the desolation I leave behind when I have nothing more to give. And that cry turned into an echo, it soon disappears into the distance. And I can’t stop the silence after, because only silence triggers my quietness. It’s quite…

  • A butchered dream can last a lifetime if you nourish it well

    I feel your movements inside me, meaty taste of obedience, fractal dynamics of the ballerina. I see your bloody miniature feet leaving traces around me, at a rapid pace, and every footprint tells novels. I see you scraping your nails over the edges of your own of pre-coded existence not knowing what you’re missing until…

  • Do I dare to immortalize you?

    Do I dare to make you immortal? If I turn every person I’ve loved into ink I won’t have time to invent new planets. If I don’t invent new planets, I won’t have anyone to take there. I’ll throw clichés in passing, flower by flower, my metaphors for just one honest feeling. I’ll collect them,…