segunda-feira, 17 de maio de 2021

O álbum de fotos da morte do Sol

and we cried
over pyramids and castles
centuries of glooming monarchs spent to this overlapse of ruining democracy

and we cried
over sand pyramids and sand castles
stepped a bunch of times by older boys and sunken by the tide to be forever forgotten

and we cried
over thousands and millions of unknown lives
crushed by a billion years of destruction through this failed sense of evolution sponsored by our owners

and we cried
over our minutes passing by over and over
as we stand naked and perpetually immobilized carrying alone a ton of sorrow and shame

and we cried
over the pain and the jynx
licking our bruises as hungry stray dogs living in solitude forever searching its pack

and we've been spinning
laughing in circles and patting our hearts
as we manage to always forget todays to be allowed to live the moment in a minor sense of peace

cruisers of pasture rolling rubber above asphalt
climbers of trees sitting sixteen hours a day in uncomfortable chairs
evolution of the senses and the emotions and the language
leads us to tearing apart in anxiety or panic attacks

and we cried
to smile again