Other Morning

The other morning in slow movements

I could feel so much wasted aggressivity

in reasoning to meet gentleness

The day i dreamed that my friend lost his sense

And i didn't accept to be under arrest and

Then i went to pollute myself to feel healthy

Maybe waiting for the plane that i never took

It's seems that everything i say to you sounds ugly

And my memories are more than they should be

In the corridor and stares of whom

I would most want to have seen

I meet myself with a torn nose, without accepting

And weakening myself to find a better position to sleep

Don't worry too much what i say would not

hurt your little friends or would it?

But in my head i'm already know and

I stay waiting for you to ignore the factors

That in my direct way remind you

And to stop denying that i exist

And i'm here hiding myself because i feel