I take raw razors,
peeling my skin
like a potato
but i do not feel it.
maybe it is someone else feeling this;
it must be.
i must be somewhere else,
this must be another me.
my perspective changes
from seeing from behind my eyes,
to seeing from behind my head.
depersonalization, the world rearranges.
i have seen things
that i confuse with dreams or memories
and felt things
whose origin i cannot remember.
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