where
is my
mind?



Sometimes, I envision my imaginary head
turning away from the reality. Or I close
my eyes, as if it will help all the negativity
I shelter dissolves itself. I fantasize my escape.


When I was younger, I was completely occupied
with the idea I’m the only one like this.
But now I say “fuck it. I have no shame.
How many of us is never depressed anyway”.


The bird fights its way out of the egg.
The egg is the world
.
Whoever will be born must destroy a world.
—Hermann Hesse


This is the Part I of my amends.
An attempt to desperately sweep up all the pity
I sprinkled over my existence.

















 editorial, 2020