Damp
Sep 21, 2019
A few words about my return — or not — to that universe that belongs to us. The universe where owls never sleep.
I forgot the papers
The fire in the hearth was extinguished
The blood in my veins was clotted
And I didn’t think anymore
The fly sat on my food
The wind knocked over my ceramic vase
The clothes were messy
The door was always closed
I can’t tell you
If I wanna come back
But that is my attempt
We are the change that returns to the past
But this is our bleed
