i feel awkward
i wish i was a little bit taller
i dreamt i could hold you in the palm of my hand
i can´t
oh my god i miss you
i can´t
what causes me to abandon my pillow each morning?
i can´t
i feel drunk
i guess i was never so unconscious about endings
I find myself closer to death
but
i can´t
i am
a glass of sand, a broken lie, an empty vessel
a writing on the wall
this poem must be drunk
i can´t

i can´t flirt this ceiling anymore
blurry pixels eaten compulsively
and i'm getting dizzy...
nobody told me it was going to be easy
this oily screen
all this repetition
these attachments
texts without body
brain-damaging and constant craving
silence mourning waitings
i am getting mean

give me a call
i can´t
one day a star
two days a loser
i can´t
no
not
anymore.