Moments are in between today,
in between days and nights, in between thirst and sardonic rains.
I have seen grey sensations getting caught on a loop…but not afraid,
cause that means they are still living…not just the end of these megalomaniac lines.
Love has scratched it’s trembling streets over this thumped human body…my city full of roads…yeah must be the same.
I know this night going to be like the night of the first ejaculation, full moons and lots of emancipating galaxies…
But it ain’t gonna be same…
‘In the end it doesn’t even matter…’