It's back.
windless,
It's parted within me,
Like an uninvited tenant.
He's not screaming,
does not hurt violently,
No breath...
He's taking
the desire to breathe,
light in the morning,
The evenings are quiet,
the word ‘without’,
Gives meaning.
Leaves
It's the hardest,
without you,
without myself,
no moments that
They'd like to come.
Time goes by,
like a bird,
who forgot the sky,
without...
Suck?
Quiet!!
I want to hear
My heart, my heart
constantly beating,
That's how he calls me
A ruthless life.
