Love!

I see what I see

for I was made to be this.

9th floor, crumbled, shattered,

cut of off my own skin,

pale

orange,

1.66.

drugged at times,

at times

weak.

a symphony of tragic moments,

a symphony...

the highest place I've ever visited...

was this.

not the altitude,

the height,

the deafness in my ears

but the elevation,

the possibility of tasting,

touching,

pretending at claiming...

in the sincerity of fake muses,

fake understandings,

fake philosophies that exist only because language allows them to.

dictionaries

for which you will need

dictionaries

to be understood;

not necessarily a brain,

just information upon information upon information upon information...

and memory space to hold onto them.

I've seen from the window

where my being resides

and saw nothing;

just silhouettes, shadows, mirages...

a trick or two.

but never a thing that seemed just as it seemed;

nothing that made sense for more than a glimpse

of what a human being would call a lifetime...

then I was tricked, again!

just as it happened time and time before

and time and time

before that...

but I happen to love magic shows,

lights,

pretendings,

and the dreams where we're immortal.

The photo is courtesy of Kushtrim Thaqi.

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