My life is closed in fragments of past questions and answers.
They have never been such brave
To grow up into calmness
Hiding in the cracks of creaky floor
Under salty eye-lids
Inside tangled palms
It took me so long to collect them all.
Each has different shape
But falling in the same direction
Slowly to the bottom of leaky glass
Blured visions
Meaning looks
Changing into blood
Now there is more of my outside myself
They have never been such brave
To grow up into calmness
Hiding in the cracks of creaky floor
Under salty eye-lids
Inside tangled palms
It took me so long to collect them all.
Each has different shape
But falling in the same direction
Slowly to the bottom of leaky glass
Blured visions
Meaning looks
Changing into blood
Now there is more of my outside myself