I Am You
Poetic Story – I Am You
When I passed in front of your room, I heard you crying. It looked like a whisper. A help cry. As if you sensed my presence. As if you could hear my footsteps slow crawling across the floor so dusty. As if I could do something for you.
I was out there, trying to find other faces. A face. A smile. Your lips on my lips. Your cilia animating my blinking. As if it were possible to assemble the faces into one. A face only. Facies. Fake.
When I woke up I was in the middle of nowhere. And out of nowhere, I thought I could see you. Complete you. Design you. As if you could see yourself in the midst of solitude, in the middle of the night, in the middle of me. It seems so simple when you draw everything on paper. We erases what afraid. Aligns disarray. Combine earth and sky.
When I passed in front of your room, I heard you crying. And I cried too. Like I could feel his intensity. As if I could miss you.
As if I could be you.