Sharpening the pencil

In that room,

i call a house


hanged on my red light

and smoke


I wish i could quit smoking again..


a rusty voice surrounding my body..


feelings

are cracking their heads

left and right

left and right on the walls

smashed..


No i m not depressed

i m lost here as i found myself..


maybe when you are really

on the shore just before the diving in..

you feel lost..


i still enjoy this eternal beauty

here, interacting

with people and what we call nature


maybe i just have to sharpen my pencil


and not matter the snakes

because i still remember

that flying move..