when i look upon the sky

from here

looks like  I’m in the

end of the world

or in the edge,

I don’t  know…

looks like the world

is a giant ball

with walls and ceilings

and I’m in one

of its endings

(the sky here is lower than home)

having breakfast, not me

beginning the day

(inmsone)x insomne

made everything look

suspended

as if my body was jellymade

and bounced with every

step

each one, in a different

pace

affection

band-aid on my middle finger

feels like

my handwriting is telling me

to

fuck

off.

“think critically”

well, I do.

but it’s just

boring

no, no

I’m kidding.

Pastorale 6th

/pra matar a saudade

chickenpoet

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