The dread that every spring brings with itself
It was my first trying to run away from that endless night
The whistle I hear just make it possible to smell
it seems my brain reacted to overwhelming transmission feeling to another feeling
i’d been trying to escape month after month and it was wasteful
Its set off again this morning without sunshine then started again
No matter how much the soul, the brain and the body have struggled to get far away, they got closer
it was part of the daily routine of her life.
twisting and sinking hands and feet was circling around the neck
little by little it was choking down the lost beauty of all the days that was tied in love
second hit…
you’ll forget it
third hit…
it doesn’t happen again
fourth… fifth…
My ear is whistling ,i do not remember as much as the days sun did not rise and the light that was not there
his pain goes down in my back , stomach and my hand
sixth…
what’s this bruise?
never mind
seventh…
smell, smell that you only can remember before the first time your ear was whistled
eighth….
the smell of spring comes
ninth…
where are you?
tenth…
do you see me?
eleventh…
i do not remember your voice, just shout
thirteenth…
I’m going
fourteenth…
every colorful images getting gray
fifteenth…
where is your eyes?
sixteenth…
smell
seventeenth… listen for a moment!
eighteenth…
nineteenth…
twentieth….