fiddle-de-dee(S)

puffy future ahead
decades relived
5,5 feet under the surface
and a shapeless balloon above

airy substances

all fictive
torn fantasy

chapters move
from this to another
as fast as babies are born
here and there
and everywhere

some mysterious messages
i hear in my head
are frightening me
not sure what they mean

i love mystery

my beloved fantasy

fuck reality

it shatters

limbs trembling
like violin strings

there's a violent scream
and it's gone
before you locate it

what do you do
when you are always late?

I am so curious ...