Walking dead

(music: "Small measure of peace" - Hans Zimmer)

Uncertainty of pain

Is this what you call boredom?

A nagging



of being there for no one

but being

A banality of existence paused wilfully?

Is this how you call life controlled?

All that you can allow yourself to act on –

a decreation of your "I"  –

accepting death


in summoning the past to take over the next moment

lost to meaning

one blinking somewhere on the walls of your neighbour’s eyes

a one to no one

dead before you even feared

in lives too dreaded

without grasping

that you are the horror

of time


into a present


◄ Expected

Missed call ►


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