me...mi...io...moi...mwen

me...mi...io...moi...mwen
blissing of introspection

mardi 7 mai 2013

...the end of stuff...



just finished a novel…well…huh…
will read poetry from now on! 
done with sensible stuff, will just keep sensitive junk
overwhelmed by things that start existing only to impose ending 
really over defining existence by drawing its many limits  
why wish to exhale to experience breathe? when you can get dizzy in the endless inhale? 
… will read poetry from now on … or just word on a page of a book not even written - therefore finished - yet
i will eat only the inside of my sandwich, let the edge called bread find its new beginning 
wake up without my alarm and stop it right before it rings so my nights will be known as limitless
brush my teeth in the other room so i forget to stop, while watching TV
switch my side of the bed every night so i don't know which way to fall 
acknowledge the fact that i have no watch and stop using my cell as one, then days shall become clouds
go somewhere with no purpose and let the purpose find me 
do something for the damn journey!!! instead of the result
not finish this note….

Ca.Dé