Sometimes it is even difficult to cry because each tear costs a piece of your soul.

I am a poet of my sorrows,
of my cruelty
of my sadness

Last night I wrote a poem
remembering nothing but flashes of happiness

my cat watched me
his big eyes
I think he understood...

It takes one person
good enough
to fuck with our minds.

Have you ever cried
and felt a lump in your throat?

Ever get lost seeing something that wasn't there?

Have you ever touched your face and imagined that everything would change?
I know, I know of sadness
but not of tranquility...

I'm sitting...