of my deriving soul. Of your forgiveness.
I decided to finally burn down the stigmatized bridges of hope,
to concur towards solitude, to reflect more by reacting more.

of my potential love affairs, of my overpriced freedom.
Lost in the singular gyratory filled with shards of personal drama,
I’ve always chosen to drive myself towards a shattered mirror
of misunderstanding.

of your departing smile, of my embarrassment.
Not listening for the fear of wearing out your definitive silence
towards us, towards yourself, my sweet quarantine.