there’s a big spider on the other side of my window. it might be a sign from the universe that if i look at myself in the mirror i can see something else. i can see someone else; a change that hasn’t been there; maybe it wasn’t supposed to be there or maybe it was; it’s windy and the spider is hanging onto its web, just stays there; it doesn’t move right or left, i don’t know what it’s going to do next; i can’t move.
so i’m just going to be a cat. cats don’t give a fuck. so why should I ? the body knows what to do, so why should I ?
i remember that morning like it was yesterday you slept for two hours maybe then i came into your room I was looking for that hug again longing for it craving for it knowing its all wrong but knowing its the only thing i need
maybe you touched my left arm then you left for work and i knew i had to leave too
i remember that morning like it was yesterday
the park was all green and fresh mixing up our alcohol breaths in the air going back to our homes with a strange question mark above our heads
will i ever see that room again
two weeks later i was back i remember that day
“you need to find a career didi that’s what you need” I can’t I belong to so many places so many things and so many times in history
I belong to Bach’s rhythms forms and textures
I belong to the hippie jeans of the 70s I belong to Warsaw after the war
for being small particles of dust spread all over the universe and the only thing that makes me feel like que ça colle it’s writing