E.113

Everything starts as a joke
and someone sleeps well!

I was eating the wind of the sea,
dedicating songs and misusing the sun.
You who set it free, died it out and never listened to it.
Freedom limits us
it relieves us only in half.
I promise I can’t know it.
How some fences free us
they make us sure.

If all time would come now,
the sky would be white and
it would find me exhausted.

White also the night.
Exhausted also at night.
Is it so hard to imagine?

I walk barefoot, with wavering steps
carrying on my skin
light clothes made
of all my insecurities

Afraid of breaking apart
under their gaze
I never leave myself exposed,
at the mercy of passengers
of their empty and disdainful faces

Sewn on the skin I carry
my heavy demons
my suffocating insecurities
gathered up over the years.