ReactionsGirl crying on the opposite bench in the tubeI only wish I had the courage to reach for herto hold her handto tell her it's going to be fineShe tured, eyes all redI smiledsometimes it's all that you needObjective achieved
Ode to the soprano in the cubeShe stands still.floating, weightless,in the middle of a cube,a cube made of glass.Her glimmering eyes stare outside the boxThere is music out thereShe smiles and singsbut,there is no sound in vacuum.Her song turns into a shout,and she shouts, she shouts, she screamsbut.The smile has long now turned into tears.and as her eyelids flickerher tears travel up her eyelids and, leave her.Traveling, weightless, surrounding her.And she can see.Her face is reflected on every and each oneof those sorrow filled diamonds.She tries to reach for the glass-made walls.Only the edge of her fingertips can reach.She loo
All the things you missAll the things that you miss when you blinkOne heart's beatLight becomes a pale translucent shadowa momentary illusions of dancing lightshidding, deceivingChanging my perception of what is, or not.One falling starYou look up towards the sky blinded you persist,till it hurts and then you blinkred colours, one tearLoosing my visionof where I am, or of where I wasOne of her smilesHer lips breaking slowly, their edges ascentingA subconsious reflex of clear originsneaking, behind eyelidsDenying me the pleasureof who she is, or shall she be