Days In The Blackberries Field 58
I don’t dream any longer.
When I close my eyes only thing that I can see is myself disappearing like the last smoke traces of the burning.
Days begin with lies. I force myself to believe in them.
From hour to hour self-confidence fades and I invent some reasons and justifications for something that can not be justified.
Then the evenings come. All truths open themselves. I don’t have strength to go out with them till the end.
I understand that all of the reasons are insufficient and that words are said to comfort me.
Words are just words and can not replace the fact that I’m not part of you anymore…
I am nowhere …
I still can not deal with that …