I am looking through my diary
\nwritten as poems.
\nBeing fictional.
\nTouching the invisibility of my life.
\nGoing from one planet to another
\nand losing my way.
\nWhy I choose this direction I don\u2019t know,
\non the edge of a hundred realities,
\nconfronting where the city ends
\nand roads become mysterious
\nand lonely.<\/p>\n
It is a strange thing
\nnot to know who you are.
\nLooking at thousands of days
\ndescribed by poems,
\nis like a galaxy where every star
\nis a home,
\nevery face a member of your family,
\nand to want
\neveryone to be a part of the past and future,
\nand the poems
\nto be scattered to the wind like dust.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am looking through my diary written as poems. Being fictional. Touching the invisibility of my life. Going from one planet to another and losing…<\/p>\n