Who is that time?
The people within us are people we don’t know The one who says hello… The one who talks too fast and blinks too many times Who is that person? I placed a burnt orange flower petal at your feet and you didn't look down I am on my knees now asking you to see I am also made of space and flowers. Was it I who told you I need space? Was it Me who wanted to run through that space? run away from that space Was it me who didn’t know, didn’t know a damn thing about time. That there is so much space in time that time and space are nearly of the same frequency The same title they say didn’t fit me Is the one I use to describe you… They say time is an illusion, I say so are we we are not standing here, watching clocks between us there is no space me and you I think are timeless, spaceless, and falling down in a whirlwind of air Me and you are not here, not there only inside me is there the world. you and me are the world, did you know that? Did you know we are nothing also. How can we be standing in the middle of everything? and know nothing, about everything and there you stood with your red sweater and told me you didn’t want this anymore I asked you what is this… and you said it was nothing, nothing at all we are just spaces between each other but we are also the madness in our voices. we are we are small and smaller even we are not, we are not as dead as our dreams that sink us in the bathroom mirror when we stare at the mole that looks suspicious. I am, I am not the flesh and bones that I seem to be made of I am I am the purple inside my head It’s not a monster exactly I think it’s candy, it’s sweet like your face And the small lines under your eyes. nina
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