By remaining unable to stop,
my cells no longer need
any place to arrive at.
That writes down the person I am—
the blue trajectory of all my days until now.
That day I plunged
into the voiceless sea of oblivion,
lured by the light sinking there.
Alone,
I go to the bottom.
By remaining unable to accept,
I keep myself intact.
I no longer need anyone to believe in.
That writes down the person I am—
the blue trajectory of the days still to come.
That day I plunged
into the sea of truth without lies.
If I put this hand
on a piece of driftwood afloat…