19 December 2012
I'm sitting on the edge of the back of your porch
I forgotten if these are tears or the rain.
There's a cigarettes by my side, I don't know how to lite it. But then there's you.
You're an inhalation of my
Peace.
You're an exploitation of my
Inner state.
Who am I, I do not know Who are we, if we are one.
I'm sitting on the edge of the back of your porch in a place, far on its own.
Isolation • Opuss № I