Manifiesto absurdo de un presente que no existe

strike for words #2

I don't even know
What to say
How to act
Because if I stare you back
The glimpse won't last
I'll run out of truth
This shit ain't new
I thought I could lose
The aim
The sorrow
The fact
That little portion of life
That's what keeps me hooked
It's not your body that I want
It's just the idea of beholding
Something beautiful
Something blue
A moment inside a moment
Love, a lie that will never
(I hope) come true.