Darkness and light.

any resemblance is purely coincidental... or not

The light that is behind me

is darkening my thoughts.

The feeling of going into

the wrong side of the tunnel.

I'm ready to put on one of my faces

rather than my clothes.

I'm ready for the role

I have to play today

|or maybe better| call it

yesterday's tomorrow.

Can you imagine at

least a bit

I want to quit

tired of the weight

from recurring years...

...

tired

too fast probably 

as I was

living thousand lives...

...

tired

of carrying my

tears,

they are

too heavy and too many

for my hands

to wipe them

from my face...

...

tired

of being

an emotional coward,

in search for

another role to play.

In the darkness of the tunnel

I have found an easy bed.

When I put my head on 

the pillow of my thoughts, 

my ear touching your skin

I can hear the sound of new life in your belly.

And slowly I'm waiting for my mind to explode.

The truck is

nearby now.

In tomorrow's

yesterday's news

I'm reduced to a fait diver...

...