dancing in the sun

 I'm watching
sun stains on the ceiling
through my fingers:
they tremble and vibrate
they dance 
and change their shapes

when I finally get up
I tremble and vibrate
too
maybe from far away
you could mistake it
for a dance

my contours
can no longer hold
my own shape
they break
and fall to the ground
as in a slow motion
as if they were feathers

sun sets
and the shadow
swallows my room
and covers
my sadness
and my shame

when I walk to the door
I sway
and move 
to the music
I can't hear
I look at my feet
and I can almost
convince myself
that I'm dancing

liquid brain

today there was a lot of sun

between the leaves

on the pavements

in my eyes

it was almost easy

to forget about

everything that is

so dark

and hides

between my ears

I’ve tried to imagine

all of that

leaving my head

together with

yet another nosebleed

it would probably also

have to take

my brain

but that’d be

alright 

I suppose