Talking to me?
Or to someone else?
I’m the only one here.
Who the fuck are you talking to?
«The end or not», they said.
«Myself or not», I said.
Hundreds of myself
Calling out my name.
I pray, «Disappear, make the world disappear.»
I closed my eyes for a while and they’re gone.
The light illuminates before my eyes is that of sun.
Am I still alive? God, no. It can’t be!
This must be a dream.
«A dream of not?!», I cried.
«Myself or not?!», I cried.
Well, I am still here like a last blessing.
Sun showers pour and it’s morning, again… it’s morning, again…