walking
the lonesome way
for now
…
a road
away from all
of you
…
you meet
in no understanding
of me
…
that life
was a story
no more
…
some lives
are nothing at all
but hurt
…
one life
between dark and light
a choice
…
for life
some enlightened melody
my choice
…
that history
with patterns in footsteps
sucks
…
absolved
the exempted droplet
in mind
…
some lines
not for your eyes
at all
…
only one
among all the others
talk
…
if not
what else turns for sure
to do
… a kind of question … but not to be answered …
Popping-Ups … saved for future arrangements … of mine …
