It's very light, like a feather. As if I was devoid and stripp | Every Day Poems
It's very light, like a feather. As if I was devoid and stripped bare of smiles and weapons, of shades and scars.
Hidden under a white mask, in a blank black; surfaces no pain, no shame, no tears, no teeth.
Where are my stories, my papers, my words? Not even my lies remain…
My walls, my logs, my broken compass, weren't they here?
When did the path twist away?
Where am I?
What… am I?
#JE
