(Tot mai aproape)

We are getting closer,

So close, the last touch of the night,

Just a stone’s throw away.

We are ready to catch the end of the world,

It occupies too much mental space,

Relativity in the void,

Our lives once a binder for other lives,

Now just needless entanglements,

Thoughts among the deepest.

But that’s not what I wanted to remember,

I want to draw hopscotch on my chest,

Come, throw the first stone,

I don’t care if you, in turn,

Pull me out like a nail from a coat forgotten in the rain,

Decayed with the passage of time,

Another season.

I used to say that soon she would enter through the door and exit through the window,

From mirrors, from paint and markers,

Fragments of a world lost like a dream that

Many of you have forgotten,

Because it’s easier not to heed your calling,

On the path you claimed on nights filled with doubt and trouble you would walk,

Rarely with someone else.

Please don’t kill what’s still alive in the world,

Let everything exist alongside you,

In each of us whispers a chorus of voices.

With no tricks or cunning,

My presence is presence,

People call me from nowhere,

From nowhere you met me, remember?

Where are we going today?

Nowhere

And then I shudder,

At some point, I folded gentleness into you,

I feel I have arrived late,

But better late than never,

I hope one day we all make it home,

Excited like a kiss,

Shining as silently as the sun,

After we close our eyes,

We close them,

And that’s it.