Something…

Laughing tints
of a compromising situation.

It could seem like a joke
a comedy…
From any other point of view…

It wasn’t even fucking funny!

Not even the fear that generated in my soul
the exacerbating melody that buzzed in my heart
the dawn of a new day.

Emotional hangover
Worry
Deliberation
Exasperation
for that stranger…

Memories of me or of a stranger…
My mind paling
Delimiting the capacity of reasoning.

The exit door…
Without giving continuity to the study that her silhouette required…

My subconscious in disguise
conscience closed ranks
sealed words
confused heart was beating.

What alternative was there to satiate my ignorance?

Memories of me
or of a stranger
… Real or devised?

My mind paled
Deteriorating the conscious
limiting my inner self.

The exit door
forces separation…
Without giving continuity
to the study that required its silhouette.

My disguised subconscious
consciousness closed ranks
sealed words…

What alternative existed capable of satiating my ignorance?
Who was she?
Who was I?

Even knowing that I was suspicious
of recognising her eyes
she decapitated mine with the exit.

Still confused from the bewilderment
of morning disorientation
rest…
calming the memories
a solitary coffee…

After threading the nocturnal passages
with the clarity of the day…
I’ll keep looking for her
chasing her clues…

O.