-Linnea-

at the top of this mountain

i stretched my arms wide open.

every stria on my skin

embraces the dawn that breaks the horizon.

for the sake of illusion,

i thought it was a golden morning.

yet, for the sake of passion,

i learned there wasn’t any morning for us.

nostalgia is almost all over me

under this mooonless night.

insomia has been eating me,

while i wait for this droopy sun.

this catatonic body

will soon pull-over her revolution.

and only there, in hereafter,

we shall be one.