@Nico91 15 December 2022

If I could I would heal from the sky, by the swaying of flight from thought and wandering over the fields, under my bare feet I would murmur earth. I would be born again, maybe in a blade of grass with his arm sublimely outstretched among the chicory, to forget about my blue body or is it just the sky that flowed on the flowers. To learn the tender drunkenness of silence, the anxiety of you not to know, with the sunrises to put on my nothingness, poem of life in your eyes to be. But I'm only human, my body is leaking an awkward and enslaving thread of time, rust creaks through the sounds of the moment and all the tears in the world still hurt me.With heavenly wounds on the earthly body, I'm just a grain of sand and that's it.