Still guessing

The reflection of a  moment passed.

Me drying my ass with a pure white towel.

You carefully cleaning your hands.

Like a Christ with bleached short hair and his Pontius Pilate,

You clean yourself from the memory of what just happened,

I'll keep my doom, sinking in the moment

Realizing what all of this is,

A repetition of loneliness, seek for unity.

Although all these fragments of the same present are a fucking masterpiece.

The uncomfortable silence,

Your cousin that you call brother is here next to us,

You talking an unknown language and I don't fucking know why I'm here, you're the second tonight, this fucking wild ride I'm into, I go where the river flows, I'm channelling this moon in Pisces.

The awkwardness of entering in that toilet, who knew I would find one of the sexiest so far, I'm passionate with my head, you can't be loud coz your brother would hear also if he keeps the Babilonia realness on the phone, but I feel you trying to keep it together and now I'm so open, I kept you inside of me while I was walking home, the moon, oh my God, close to Mars, looking at me with such greatness, I can't stand conformism.

I went away,

It's just uncomfortable, but they may not understand,

Or they do very well and can't take actions to make it change,

To change from inside, from the view when is at his clearest.

I feel a voice, a timeless being, a need for reality and be seen again 

What's going on with me and this city it seems far too fast, 

I'm getting crazy about this drive and this drive is driving me crazy.

I love you and I love me in the process.

Texting at 23.32h after letting the powerfuls keep talking and me having fun with the quirks.

I guess I'm still wondering, I'm still trying to write it down.

I guess I still feel dazed by the hunger.

I guess and in the guess, I exist.