The corner of incoherent remembrances, three-dimensional solitude,
The calm arouses torment towards the most stubborn unforgettability,
Numb at the outside of the shell ,yet the shiver is inceaseable
For there's nothing left within, not a single cell immune to the venin of your memory...
Becoming fluid, craving for your veins to be my protective shelter,
Vanishing... frustrating transparence of myself with an inquisitive glance,
I become the shadow, the hesitating eyes behind the curtain,
Contradictorial ...scatter-observative, searching yet reluctant to confront your countenance...
Tormented by remorses, their reason - obscure, but not less overwhelming,
I blame the blank of the attitude- blotter of emotion,
I hanker forgiveness towards my ungrateful self, towards my pitiful self...so noticeable
Catalyser of your indifference, guide of both my estrangement and eternal devotion.
Am i healing?i wonder ...what if... that is... if only...
Absurd... still rummaging my so-called high expectations...
Find an answer in the haste of impulse, steal the kiss and leave the lips craving for the smoothness,
Ignore prejudices then endorse the religion of forever...
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