13-5-2009
To: Lavinia
Aspired for light
Passing through a glass
Flirting upon my face
Climbed up a tower
Looking for a breeze
Who would purchase these scattered clippings?
Even if used for wrapping the bread
But truth terrifies me
Doesn’t provoke me to change reality
I don’t want to be that being
The silent being
Silence terrifies me
As it screams out the truth
