Waking me up.
Talking to me?
Or to someone else?
I’m the only one here.
Who the fuck are you talking to?
“The end or not”, they said.
“Myself or not”, I said.
Hundreds of myself
Calling out my name.
I pray, “Disappear, make the world disappear.”
I closed my eyes for a while and they’re gone.
The light illuminates before my eyes is that of sun.
Am I still alive? God, no. It can’t be!
This must be a dream.
“A dream of not?!”, I cried.
“Myself or not?!”, I cried.
Well, I am still here like a last blessing.
Sun showers pour and it’s morning, again… it’s morning, again…