What does the cat purr in your ear?

If Geppetto had  started making  his marionettes upside down, Pinocchio would have been a real boy. The luckiest boy on the Earth.

 

 

Where were you?

It makes no sense,

We get accustomed to living,

The reality of one moment

I swear ‘I’ll never do it again’,

Are only desperate words,

Reproaching me,

For frivolities of my longings,

We hide behind selfishness walls,

Looking for exits in darkness,

The finish line is a dead end,

Leaving us with the same quest,

Really why did we want it?

Imagine we both are tall and blue-eyed,

Suntanned in the middle of winter,

Can Greece become blooming Norway?

Can the South turn into the North?

Without pushing the Earth,

 Off its shabby falling  apart axis,

Can God re-make us?

No way,

 Can god  re-write us?

Yes,

We do it by  ourselves,

We inflate  flat self-esteem,

Trying to fix punctured pride,

Of whoever is next to us,

I am among rapists and killers,

And obsessions about revenge,

All of them dance to your music,

It’s weird,

You know,

 I am not scared,

I become one of them,

Being caught by a wave of protest,

I thought you would not recognize me,

I explode into one million parts,

Like a terrorist kamikaze,

My brain falls on the neighboring roofs,

When death doesn’t differ from life,

We are LSD hallucinations,

Starting to lose shape,

You hardly believe I am real,

Maybe I am only one of your visions,

They’d love to haunt you to death,

Things didn’t go the way we planned them,

We didn’t have a plan,

We had a crazy desire,

We wanted to stay together,

Till silly death do us part,

We used to seek self- destruction,

It’s the sickest way of suicide,

You had undercover intentions,

You decided to kill me first,

Saving me from the past.

 

P.S. This piece was written a couple of days before the sad event took place. I’ve always been against ideologies stained with the blood of the innocent. It was used as a strong metaphor.