hereafter
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.
