the midst of solitude

If there is no room for air,
How do I breathe?

How do I set this petite machine at ease -
Where there is no room to lay down my head?

No room for rest.

There is no stillness
When the mind quakes -
No strength
When the memory breaks.

I push and I push
And I push
- And they help -

Knowing soon the soul will cave
- Soon the connections of the brain
will snap -
Soon the body will collapse.

The heart has been torn.

Y volaré...

Confundida, la niña mira hacia las montañas.

"¿Qué dice mi cabeza? Oigo todo; no escucho nada".

No sabe donde estan sus pensamientos, parecen estar ahora como la montaña que mira fijamente sin mirar - desapareciendo tras de espesas nubes grises.

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- Cut me with your smile -

How I believe in you
And you doubt -

Forget me?
How could you?
You'll break, you know -

I have nothing left.

Memories are
Intangible -