indoors - frame 1

You pass through the same space
each time from the early word
through his body and you reach desperate
the full stop

that unexpected end
from eternal childhood to eternal desolation

You look at how reality changes undoubtedly
through the same space

rarely we do understand that we are not the one
who ran freely through
imprisoned in a book
like puppets caught in the spikes on paper black pages

I kill my thoughts and my body is shrinking
otherwise my life fits in a box
so beautiful so harmonious so dearly