Corrosive thoughts work tirelessly in my head,

I let my ears drink every sound that can preserve me.

I'm carrying this day on my back like a coffin and like a sundial I'm silent without the sun.

Suddenly a reverie glided past by like a phantom when the I was letting the hours

leave through the window.

A scent of early spring opened my nostrils, the trail of a snail sparkles between open legs.

Loss reshapes the world

but it can't stop it from turning, only a few have seen the end and could see a new beginning.

When we're no more quick enough to keep up with the world's tempo, all the things will stand still

and then the desert forever.

Maybe I'm a plant

that lives and dies without moving,

so thin that I don't cast a shadow

but in the harsh soil I keep growing in.