Loneliness...
Without bounds, borders...
For how many years? Only loneliness
Complete, unbreakable, the wall…
The desert, the ocean, the sky…
They speak of cultures, countries, planets
Weather, sun, darkness of the night, a wind
But
What about loneliness, stretched for years
Like a road without signs?
When there’ll be the end?
When it all began?
Surely not yesterday
Not around here
It was
In some other place I am unable to name
I simply forgot or
It didn’t have a name to begin with
Maybe I have seen it in my dream, unless
My whole life is a dream
Oh, this is loneliness, this is
The essence of it, the sound of it,
The smell of it, the color of it…
It is not always gray, it is not always blue
It is not something you see but
It is something you can taste on the tip
Of your tongue, an aftertaste of a drunk night,
Cheap cigarettes, bile…It is always there
We
Do not required to be here, or there
Or anywhere…
They’d tell us it sooner than we ask
So we do not ask
We pretend that
We are not interested