Fine and chain.

This feeling. Like the one you have before you fall asleep. A church of sleep. A church of everything is different and nothing is the same.
I wait. I waited for so long.
They are making love and sometimes I forget what is desire. If it goes before so many words in the dictionary or if crazy takes first places.

I miss that desire. That feeling of running. Of waking up in a different place, different altitude. Different emotion to breathe. To love. To create what others call life.

And then I understand. I have been running away from that and to that at the same time it was just an empty feeling. Its just a spinning feeling. Its a cycle of nothing new and everything is magic.
Is this what we call content? Am I a woman to wake up and teach the world of joy?

I never know whats behind the drapes. I never knew how to call the dreams that never end up once I wake up. Once I call them names. Once everything is over but still oh-so-real. So I dream more. So I create cities of dreams, of moments, of twinkling ideas. Its like you are one step closer to the sun. And I burn. You cant burn out if you dont taste the fire. Just like that.

My dreams now are of fire. Dreams of different moments in the same life. Reincarnation of the soul at once.


All those stories. All those women within me.
DOnt wake me up.