My Story

My story is short

The message is not important

And very important

Since is me

Me is the center of universe

No one and nothing is more important

I even got an autograph once

Written by a very important author

Whose name I have forgotten

(After all is not my name)

She or he agreed

To something

But I cannot tell you what

All the my energy is absorbed

By thinking on me

Juxtaposition

Life includes

Most of the time

Things in between

Rooms that

Are made for

Movement,

People perfect strangers

Passes by

On their way to obliteration

They are here just like you

Existing in perfect juxtaposition

To themselves like mirrors

For the sun

There are no message and plenty of messages

In this order

Insights

The body feels

Lonely

Just as the mind

A sad collection

Of muscles, movements

And memories

I did not ask for this

Still I am here

Unable to move

Beyond the memories

Of past trauma

What I once was

Afterlife

When we are gone

We become

Just ideas

A fantasy in the mind of the other

An example or a dear memory

But this is not us

We are so much more

On The Moon

Late at night

Long time ago

A man landed

On the moon

He did see the light

Found no one to fight

And then went home

But forgot his phone

So next time you go to

The moon, please

Bring back his philosophy ne

Ad Hoc

Who am I?

Why am I?

Being present

In a least

Two worlds

At the same time

Connections and memories

Passing through my mind

Intensive madness in a box

The Redirector

Rewriting the future

By forgetting the past

Everything gets disappears

Into the great fog of lost memory

The ground still remains

As well as the laws of nature

Just more incomprehensible

Than ever