anesthesy
sometimes we feel empty...
by now i'm with a strange feeling
i can't comprehend...
i can't even know if it's good or bad...
this is a huge thing
that i don't know the meaning
i don't have a why
i'm not fine being fine
i'm screaming
and that's no meanig...
known..
good days go and come
bad days do the same thing.

but i never cared
empathy
i don't know what i see
i'm happy and scared
sad and hopeful
but i don't know also
where this way goes
and at this time i'm not been false
i see faces and smiles
that's too much things...
a lot of feelings...
i see some faces and lies...

i'm shaking
but i swear
i'll be better...
alive and thinking
about the usual things
and the not usual
that i love, loved... at all
and i'll continue experimenting