the tale of todays fog
made a necklace
from the site
of streetlights
at one in the morning
sharp
all meaningful and perfectly understandable
but after afterall
when your coffee gets black
according to plan
breaking your own neck
with the weakest thoughts of past days
like watching it through the dioptric glass of the present ones
hazy memories
of the words that you said
and i mostly dont remember the point
of our endless walking
if there ever was any
you could read from my eyes
even if you were right behind me
first breath
new wave of microorganisms in your lungs
slowly getting over it
but still can feel it blowing through my brain
you read it all
especially in the forbidden section
forgot the code so i spoke first
trying to find the ending of every sentence but there was a sifter in my mouth
and you know how it feels when the interior of you is not good enough
for your own tears, so
we’ve changed our seats.
big kiss goodnight
