Sticks of potatos fried 

and ketchup on the side;

Countries' capitals 

and countries' currencies;

A last haircut with scissors 

Hiding vile eternal secrets.

On the shoreline she stood, 

As the waves broke on her chest

She didn't have any time to rest 

But the shiny sea made her look

There was a missile alert in Hawaii 

That turned out to be fake

And here there was rain and cold 

And a life it did forsake

Do you feel a tad broken, 

Do you feel completely shattered? 

I'm swamped by the powder of the charcoal destruction that covers my hands 

There's no place more empty than me

And all I can think of is that I need to black out in your arms for as much time necessary to be brought back up again or never to return.

Tired of tales of woe and sorrow, still I know there's no tomorrow, but this emptiness lodged in the extent of my chest, sucking my inside into a black hole, doesn't mind anymore  about anything and I just want it all to disappear. 

Walking through broken leaves they still shatter underneath my feet 

Making noises like crunchy chips 

Like the darkness that shows up deep from the crack of my smile so does the desolation of the melancholic autumn season creeps behind the golden red and brown beauty all around.

The falling leaves, those trees tears, come swaying slowly like all my fears. 

I cast a poem out of the gentle yellow breeze into my persistence and courage before winter comes and makes them freeze. 

There was a time when not even wildfires could push me away from you.

They don't see me
They don't talk with me
They don't touch me
They don't know much about me
They don't love me

And, still, all I wish for are crystal dawns and vanilla skies.

The river of memories washes them away into the sea of oblivion.

We said we gave up on love and everyone knows it's just because we don't want to hurt anymore. 

Love is just one of so many things in this world. But is it the one that makes it all worth it and that we can't really live without? 

Thirst

You go through life with a thirst for many things that sometimes you don't recognize immediately. 

If you can't get satisfaction you'll just keep on searching for something that doesn't exist. Human unsatisfaction doesn't have to harm everyone around you too. Just remember you can control and balance your thirst, like everything else. 

- Will it ever stop? The sensation that everything has been done, said, written, told, painted, photographed, registered, imagined, created, by all possibilities of every human that was ever alive. 

And yet this hopefulness and hungriness for universes to discover.