The shortness of a 16-year long breath
petrifies, amuses and surpasses me.
The vastness of an instant of unwarranted death
petrifies, amuses and surpasses me.
It’s a foreign-
yet homely-
darker-
than lightning-
feeling!
Do I do it if I don’t know how?
Or was it passive and was language wrong?
I hope I’ll melt but I’ll probably shout… 
Will someone come by to shut my MOUTH?!
Whyfear?
Whenyouleaveit’salwaystohome.
COME NEAR!
HAVE YOU LOST IT? IS YOUR MIND A STONE?!
We fear, and that fear makes it sacred.
May it come, for if truth stood naked-
Her Beauty May Distract Us.
My Querencia 