Flying back to my Street…..





Don’t tell anybody, I’m on my way.


Back to my life, my smile

from formal back to informal,

Previous to my mistakes

from cabbage stamp to flying slippers,

Flash of my breakfast

from words like 'bitch' to the words in starter 'idiot',

Memories of my bitter yougert

from naked feets to random fits,

Revising my chapters of unsolicited life

from fantasy of hearts to illusion of behavior,

These evocations and time are like sand

feels like in no time I'm on land..