I'm surrounded by this abstract feeling
it's like i know the universe springs from a tunnel
that implies something was before nothing
i know that the river exists in no language
nor sound of running water, no sight of rapids or eddies,
no feeling of skin or bark or wetness, no taste of refreshment
no smell of cleanliness and cucumbers
yet the river exists, it is real
as this sensation of darkness is real
is it losing forever the one that i loved?
is it knowing my life lost the glitter it once held
of many women, of many languages, of many cities?
what was so great about my old plans anyway?