a face faked
a shadow long
the dawn and then
a win

life laughing in my movements

what if I
die now
do I lose?

What is that I don't want?
Sleep?
Or
May be to stay awake.


SLEEP, she whispers


I reply her
- I cannot help you.

Journeys

Journeys begin and
they end and
where they end
the 'I' starts it's movement;
memories
walk, keep on walking,
never to arrive,
they
just keep walking with
the I.