A Fatal Peace

It's so quiet.

I know something's unstable inside of me
I know that if I stare at the moon
the pure air breathed in will smell
like something terrible is going to happen.

Could I stop thinking of her in moments like this?

(Yes)

I don't think of her that much.

The penciled man in the drawing is fading.
he doesn't belong there anymore
his clouds are moving East so he will alone soon.

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