Talking Skin

3:01 in the morning I can’t sleep. I can feel the pain in my back; don’t have any idea in my mind. Been three months since I plan to create new poetries or at least short anecdotes about how beautiful the afternoon rain was or how stunning the morning was… I started a lot of projects but I can’t finish anything. As if that I am about to fall into a black hole – the closer I get to the center of the hole the gravitational pull gets stronger then I will vanquish into nothingness.

Gone.