the shadows under my eyes
have violent colour
in the not entirely clear way
- they suit me
the brown and blue circles
are what makes
my face mine
- same way the old scars
make my hands mine
or faded tattoos
that cover one of my legs
make this leg also mine
...
I know
that there is also violence
and plenty of violets
in the way my fingers move
when anxiety starts to
fill my body
or in the pulse of my heart
fast and always in a
sort of panic
- there is no reason for it
...
my dreams are always short
happening already after
the end of the world
I breathe easily over there
and for a moment
even my elbows
don't have sharp edges
and feel like
made out of a foam
