The noise of memories.
Again this noise
In the four walls of my awareness.
It feels like pain.
I struggle.
I don't let it out of my mouth,
Yet it trickles from my skin, from my gestures
As if it were a tear of the body.
Again this noise
In the four walls of my awareness.
It feels like pain.
I struggle.
I don't let it out of my mouth,
Yet it trickles from my skin, from my gestures
As if it were a tear of the body.