Entropy is taking care of my life and I guess you can relate.
When you told me you were transparent, I didn’t take it as literally as the dirt under your fingernails was showing me.
I long to dance with my heroes and never keep up with their rhythm.
I just dance, while people coming out of boxes, like zombies, dream the world needs their instruction.
That’s what terror looks like to me, to get distracted for a moment and listen. Who knows where it goes once it reaches the ears.
I long to exchange words for shapelessness, for things that don’t have names.