THE QUESTION

ponedjeljak , 13.05.2019.

Without the question
You've become a tenant
In the lighthouse of my dream.

Erasing all my pasts
with a simple handshake.
Engraving the lines of your palm into mine.

And while you relentlessly wonder
through wastelands
I keep asking myself the question.

Have I really needed

This spring
Painted with autumn palette shades...

This vagueness overture
In the hallway of a tear...

This WE without US?!