last days on earth

i hope i will sleep when the hour comes

that i will dream about being dead at rue archimede

the sky is pleasant like a bullet you cannot dodge ... in the circle of destruction and construction ... forever, the same eternal game

my soul

my happiness

the water silently blooms in the park

...

the way you descend

the way you smoke

the way you drink white wine out of my veins

reminds me that tomorrow is just an

empty word

 

::: soundless :::