Recognize beauty.
Can’t pronounce it
and watch life drag her from my soul.
Acting; where someone is looking for truth
…because he’s dying of the play.
To be true; where all actors act in order not to lose myself.
Wrapping lost dreams in echo chambers for reciprocal display.
Capturing unicorns.
Wrapping me in silence where someone seeks guilt.
Wrapping things as incomprehensible gifts,
in the hope that the effort will be taken to unpack them.

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motionless body,
inside of pain
she can’t answer no calls
tears drive her to an early sleep
the damage was done long time ago