sanama

spent some time eyes in a salt bath. wishful thinking to expect having a clear vision after a period of pain. after ashes there is another hazy block of time where nothing seems to happen. expecting winners huh.

how can pain be pain if it’s not. if it’s more like hollow. an echo on a cold concrete wall. something in another room perhaps. if it’s the bones if it’s the body what is there to talk about.

words standing on an edge. a fold about to happen any second now. when things crack the sound is a proof of a sealed history. when things don’t crack it’s probably mold. 

a foggy gaze on a summery day. events seem to merge into each other. another memory system like a library with endless corridors. long walks while listening to partial anecdotes.

stormy night with evenly yellow sky. staring at the reflections of trees on the ground. after a certain point one doesn’t mind getting wet anymore. where do we all go to if the sky melts like a piece of acrylic glass.

the highway tends to look emptier on one side. the wrong-direction-travelers. following the light trails in the night hoping they lead to another sunrise. the pairs of lights in a collective isolation.