conversations

u want to fix me
don’t call me that wld be crazy
i had a dream of the past
the beautiful girls from youth
they were moving around the world
with the energy of ignorance
with the energy of small joys
with the energy of futuristic hope
their lives a meadow
i plummet
to remember the isolation
in photographs we smile together
unique little angels
now i am alone
u want to fix me
that is so sweet
don’t call

no questions, the relief