There are 7 billion humans in this world.
That means,
there are 7 billion ways to everything.
7 billion ways to make soup. To build a fort. To set that on fire.
7 billion ways to touch yourself. To touch someone else. To be married.
Art is easy life is harsh
We are countless and contrasting.
Irrelevant and fantastic.
And at our best,
we´re meaningful and meaningless.
It was your knock
You said goodbye.
But you’d been saying goodbye for two weeks so I didn’t mind.
The door slammed
but I didn’t mind.
Good morning to myself
I´m alone
again.
Our side of the bed
Is now my side of the bed.
The Fact
“The fact that I do drugs with you, doesn’t mean I´m going to sleep with you”. She said to me in a playful way.
“So if we don´t do, that means you will?” I replied excited.
Her last cigarette
Out in the sobering cold,
I asked for a cigarette, you knew I wanted more.
I asked you three times so you said:
“What are you looking for?”
I didn´t answer. I smiled.
I want my words to be naked
I want my words to be naked.
And sure of themselves.
To stand tall.
Fully naked.
No hair at all.
Against any other ear. Whoever ear it is, proud sentences.