Time slides away from my hands.
The days are too fast.
I see unexplored spaces,
but I can't feel life anymore.
I only feel calmness,
of the nothing in the World,
just a wave of light
where you glimpse the dust flying.
Everyday is too short
but, at the same time,
I live as if life could be eternal.
I don't feel good in company,
I don't feel good alone.
It's nonsense to live intensely,
if everything keeps changing continuously,
if everything ends.
I have no more consciousness of space and time.
Sometimes, I speak and get stuck,
to understand how my voice floats in the air,
to let me understand myself.
It is a substrate,
it is a doubling.
I don't understand.
Who am I?
