punishment

I’ve known the stars,

as I known the fates

of every woman and man.

-All traded…

Their precious time

for a tiny bit knowledge.

How easy to fool!

How easy to betray…

I gave them the science-

how to identify

the minutes they expire

Of all punishments-

this is the harshest

Becoming a human,

forced to dream, to desire.

Dying when the stars

go out, one by one…

pic: Your face is the night sky, by MaricaMalice

delusional wisdom

Why are the nights brighter and less delusive, than broad daylight?

Is it because I know it’s a dream I’m observing?

Is it the lack of cause and effect?

Is it the knowledge of not being punished?

Am I innocent? Can I convince myself, that I did no harm?

Did it ever cross my mind, that I won’t stop suffering?

Will I ever give it a rest?

The only chance my heart gets to speak to me – the only truth and desires – is when I dream. And I am not listening! Not even then!

What does that tell you about me?

… The truth that,

my blood is black,

my heart a stone,

It´s not the heat you´re radiating

nor the light you keep emitting

It´s not the smile you gave me –