The Sun

you’re nowhere to be found. did you let me fade away? just like the glitters on my face

At least, I can say I felt you one last time: on the eyes, on the mouth, on the soft, warm skin (the one I used to call my homeland). There's one thing left, that surely I can't say: whether feeling the touch of your soul was a reward or a punishment. “It was the last time”, I repeat to myself, as I watch my own body tear me to shreds.

I crave the feeling of your soul reflecting in mine.

if you are the sun, there’s no life where your shine doesn’t lay

i embroidered you under my skin

I can't allow myself to stop the ride, get off and start thinking. Because I know I would think about you. It’s always about you, even when it isn’t.

i can't go back to who i was before you, your presence has changed me irremediably. every shadow of you that i see on my face, in my voice, in the way i move my body, reminds me that we were real, tangible as the earth. it reminds me that we no longer exist, elusive as the water.