képek, betűk

Whether I accept it or not, it keeps happening.
Joy with serrated teeth hidden inside.
Crows are wrapped in a blue sky.
Nails concealed in bread.
Sunshine, love, and an embrace.
Sudden death, a phone ringing in the night.
Memories distorted by other memories.
I would scream, but I don’t dare.
I’m afraid of becoming a parody of myself.
My bad mood — my depression — is a secret.
My smile is glued on with paper tape.
My tears are blood flowing inward.
As if I were fine.
Nothing must show.
A smile vomiting over another smile.
My eyes are thrown into a corner.
I long to sleep during the day.
At night, I wander through the empty house.
I enjoy the silence.
I stroke the flowers on the windowsill.
Days erase one another.
Weeks devour each other.
Years hate the one that comes next.
I don’t know what this is for.
I don’t understand why I exist.
I just accept it: I am here,
like a slice of meat filled with air.