Did you know that talking is no more than percussion on the sideline in the background

when we communicate

I may tread on you

but you won’t feel a thing

~

but if you suddenly

look into my eyes

you will 

Today I saw myself

in the shadow that looks like me

~

It is strange

that the stranger is in me

and that I don’t know myself

like I know you

The top floor of the house I live

is almost empty

besides some old memories in boxes

Please don’t come to my door

please do not press the door bell

please don’t come in when I open the door

please leave as soon as possible

please stay only for one night

please do not move in your things

please don’t say yes

please

~

don’t you see I have no life