things of the night

Tonight I plan to take
the words

Back into my head
where they should have never left

Then smash my head
against the wall

Maybe then, someone
will read……….

You are where it all
ends and start again.

Drowning in my tobacco,
defeats and blood:

I arrive

For every reason, for
no reason at all,

I arrive

With so much papers,
that I lost them all.

I won’t find any answers

But I’ll find so many
new questions

That I want to answer.

“ what shall I have
for dinner tonight??”

I sit in a room with
my friends

They open windows to
other worlds

With their colors

I open wounds in their
windows

With my words