I.T.

The idea, the expectation, the process, the void, the feelings, the before and the after
How to approach my own mortality
When yesterday I thought there was more life than time?
Maybe start calling it by its name?

Better not to talk about certain things

Fools of us
Who love to write
For a Month
Non stop
Til the lights
Of the 30th
Come to die
Fool of me
Swim I will
The waters I never
Dared to try
Those of  death
and of dying
Explore I will
What I feel
What I thought
I am getting
Any younger
Not
Time to talk
To me
About that

Merry Month
To All