XXLove letters

 

 

 When questions were explosives mining my mind,

 

 

You are not calling,

You won’t call me,

‘It’s a meaningless trouble’ you say,

My telephone number is chewed and half-eaten,

You forgot half digits,

You don’t give answers,

You only ask why,

Answers exist to spare questions,

You want them to attack your mind,

Till they are bored and exhausted,

It is your self-preservation method,

Surprisingly it works when you deal with your dangerous past,

Your fingers have memories of their own,

I taught them to remember me,

You want to remember nothing,

It’s easy to live when we are hollow,

We know that beauty is why,

It’s questions,

They sail in the memories not making sense to anyone who isn’t us,

You are in the building,

It looks like an object,

You keep enjoying a beautiful view,

It is at the end of the sea,

Up ahead in the concrete distance,

You are a maniac,

You listen out for noises,

The right sound is stalking the moment,

All you can hear are humans,

They live like noisy objects,

You stop and set yourself free,

It doesn’t upset you,

You let yourself think whatever you want,

You let yourself think how you used to want her,

How you counted seconds,

Then seconds became months,

Months will become decades,

Diamonds will turn into fine dust,

Explain me how one phrase became an epigraph to long years of humiliation,

Don’t talk about cosmogonies,

They are weakness, debris and rot,

Why are we always monsters?

When we want others to think that we are happy,

Cold, distant, indifferent,

We neither love nor hurt,

Why do we overplay?

Tell me about the simplest,

After you take the collection from the drawer of your head,

It has an array of our magic,

Nostalgic feelings rapidly changing,

Charm of forbidden flirting,

All the beautiful moments we had,

You glance at the clock,

‘It is ten thirty,

Moreover it is p.m.

She must be home,

I’m thirsty,’

The telephone rocks the bedside table,

It has something important to tell.