berlin is dead

I need to fuck somebody

dressed as Frida did as faking flowers upon the hair,

pretending not to care.

I got thank you for nausea though,

cause if it didn't, the dead, would be the only one happening,

or life without feelings.

and I've considered this previous before....

but none of both considers heaven too and

that sucks.

I kinda tricked myself into this since,

the first sign I recognized on your absence being,

I chosed not to see.

but can't blame me either...

so,
why the fuck do I need to fuck somebody,

if the only one I want to fuck is you?

to fucked, to think, I would have it done on top of the Turkish market, February 19!

and though so close, you weren't even near.

so,
how would that even be a possibility, besides my cruel fantasy?

so fuck yeah,

berlin is dead!

at least, to me.

even when mind crossing the hippies urban camp,

you ruined it.

and I hate you for making me feel so alive at the same time,

and you should not know this about me.

not as much, as your less efforted to know anything about else...

no, don't worry.

I'm not in love with you.

'just crashing broke in my self-love,

and the urge to spill some catharsis.

and to blame a damn thing besides my procrastination.

lame letter to my diary

hello dear friend,

it's been a while since memory had stoped us apart!

and because I thought we would miss each other forever, only calling out for each as a beautiful past.

sure, can't still believe we're here and back together,

i still can't believe that I can reclaim you as mine, as me.

this along with the red spilled wine in grand grandfather's blanket a sign,

meaning a bless from grand grandmother's who used to type novels too.

the moon speaking right at me and recognize the sign,

i'm in love again for the life to pursue and whom somebody lighted the way again.

all the possibilities are set, 

the world showing its brief schedule,

proclaiming another wake-up call,

life reclaiming infinity.

as so, i thank you and quoting last night dream, 

secure for my purpose, for my choice,

and hope we can meet tomorrow for breakfast again!