la vida termina

Suddenly it starts smelling like him
among all the things I should do
I choose to write and drown in music
the belly grows
in it so many thoughts, feelings and smells
I hide behind the status updates on facebook
behind this words on the blog, not meant for anyone
but still published in the infinite cyberspace
it is less lonely to shout in a crowd
even if nobody can hear you among all the noise
it is a feeling of release
I think of all the fairytales in me and around me
I think of your smell
how something that exploded with such force
could become still like furniture around me
but maybe I am reconstructing
maybe I am constructing the present as well
maybe nothing really moves
but our thoughts
illusion of movement,
hypersensitivity, hyperspace
I can only be still for a while, attend to my duties
get comfortable in the sand
and wait for the next desert storm