jueves, 30 de enero de 2014

coming home from a non important place

I never knew that darkness
could be so light and full of desire
leaving in the middle of the night driving in a state of a just-sobered up drunk
who is slapped on the face by fear

dark streets only illuminated by the constant smog
the loneliness
sorrowed and beautiful landscape of
nothing

I search for something dark
something to fill that lust-like feeling of boredom
of self-built shame
and the emptiness of what I find
contents me
as if I didn't need anything else
but myself