Withdrawal
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1 min readJul 31, 2017
In a garden full of flowers
I turned into statue of salt.
It feels quite odd
observing the scene from above.
I feel your steps
on a new quest
for a yellow dress.
Got any luck?
Maybe you need to march
a second time.
Do I really need to see?
do I need to attend
your parade?
I start to see,
what it is
for what it is.
Once more you say nothing,
again you do nothing.
And I really feel so tired.
As you pass by,
something cracks inside.
I WITHDRAW.
I will dissolve this salt
in absinthe, to walk away
and That’s It.