Falling Apart

A curse and a bless
I am both.
Let me sip my tea
I’m lost among the pictures
Can’t find my way out to my shell
Why should I care
When I hardly can recognize my silence?

Autumn is back
Stirring thoughts on my palm
Haunting my words with words
And I’m becoming yellow
Having the color of our dreams all over me.
Will you ever come back?
Will I ever go away?
I’ll wait
Till the threads of my shawl fall apart.

Through this wild evening
I’ll pave my way to regression.
Mother of the eyes
Read your fortune in my words
And become the prophecy.
Be the taste of a moment holding certitude.
Stay!
The world is too stable for us to stand
Stay, and take me back
To taste the bitterness of time’s lips
What I can’t possess
The will of a candle’s flame
To survive for seconds.