From one day to another my nails have grown longer


Over sensitive to the bad sides of experiences we wonder like headless children through a courtyard full of ourselves.
You are hard to get to know, mysterious to yourself and no good at explaining to others who you are.
You are hard to get to know, in your thought you wake up slowly, feel cold when all the windows are closed and getting back to bed is almost as big of a temptation as to drinking coffee.

These weapons of a new type llet you be the next thing.
Oh, the next thing.
You walk as if you were looking like the next thing
Feeling each step exploring with style a century of well recommend literature.
Doing nothing to your brain but making you think who could you have been.
Where could you have been seen
Where is the screen
Click
The screen
Click your screen
Click don't dream just lean and pretend to be mean
Walk walk walk talk talk talk
Talk like a stranger to yourself
A stranger whose eyes are nothing more than a pair of crying guns
Notorious years of science fiction rivers

I would like to make a poem about something
Perhaps an artwork about something too
A poem which becomes an artwork and all this will have a theme. It will be about something I think, something I have discovered or something I want to say.
I will probably struggle at the beginning not knowing where or how to start. My mind will feel empty and I will feel stupid and untalented.
Charismatic cardboard
Wait perhaps I'm saying too much perhaps I'm thinking too much
Most probably I should start making something with my hands
Making something that will keep me distracted
That will make me feel better
Feel that I am going forward and something will come out of these headless making

I'm the girl who is replacing you.