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I started this conversation
To hope, to think and to wait
Myself membrane that is colourful
Waiting for shadows that always follow me
fading slowly and becoming blury and then transparent
and unseen
This is not a dream tree. Dreams are too simple to lull me all of this.
This is not about wounds that give birth to scars
Nor about love that leaves memories
The grass looks more natural and ordinary than usual
Wet and dry, it misses clarity
Do you know that the walls in room are full of dead mosquitoes
I killed them one by one
Because they are loud and merry and I am lonely.
I want to have colours like mosquitos
Black and white
Only two colours. Full stop. That's it
Mosquitoes don't know blue
or violet
or green or brown
Their eyes are many
but it only focuses on pores
and everything that emits heat and energy
Don't you know that mosquitoes are budha's lovely animal.
They lay eggs and hatch in the goddess kuan in's water lily
The most beautiful goddess that has mosquitoes all around her legs and foot
I want to come to you just like a small lost mosquito
I will land on your ears and whisper
'I miss you'
Then you will be free to slap me with both your hands
It will leave a red blood mark, that you will wash in the morning
And I will be washed away
I am washed away
what are you looking at
you painted me, aren't you?