we fall asleep across telephone lines
wishing that the voice we were hearing in our headphones
was coming from the left side of the bed

seen from Portugal
seen from Bolivia

seen from Türkiye
seen from Japan
seen from China

seen from Japan

seen from Russia

seen from Japan
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Bulgaria

seen from United States
seen from Portugal
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Thailand
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
we fall asleep across telephone lines
wishing that the voice we were hearing in our headphones
was coming from the left side of the bed
falling in love with him was like an ocean wave.
you saw it coming from far way,
undeniable and constant.
and all of a sudden,
it crashed over you.
engulfing you fully and
forever
Tired
Walking the pageant of life is
tiring.
Seeing the crowds on the sides
cheering and clapping with
venom in their eyes.
The burning of lights from the photographs
on my skin.
I’m so lost.
Where do I even begin?
What A Feeling
What a feeling it is
Falling
Falling in love
Watching snowflakes melt on his nose
And his cheeks scrunch up in delight
Hands, intertwined, under blankets
In front of a movie and coffee
Falling
Steadfast and in love
What a feeling it is
Knowing home is a person
And you have the keys
the ghosts we see out of the corner of our eyes
are just signs
signs of unrest or worry
of settlement and fear
we learn to live
with the person we see... but who disappears
when we turn around
it burns, it burns, it burns
it burns for hours
up and out it roars
orange tongues devouring
licking the walls
it burns
and with it
burn our hearts
if I ran for galaxies
and lightyears;
through space dust
and ashes of old planets;
if I leaped past stars
and materializing black holes;
I could never escape.
is it too much
to ask for
even a quarter of a fairytale