# Poem user : unknown idiot i don't want anything anymore at least just play with the two hundred eng. words i learned on babbel that’s magnifying the reflected life the empty room and the blurry kitchen sink my curtains are closed as the comments i can just hear the rain falling on the imaginary trenches my inner library is bleeding as i lay as the abandoned bitten sandwich these days days are everything electronic days of second hand somewhat recoverable btw i need a new table please be plastic because i love this word and i need to put things (and my spirit) down for example the last items i bought for making drawing music contradict the octopus and signature nightmares all of that is a new language smart, concrete blocks built anonymous i dont even know if it needs to mean something i need to break lines what I usually hate to do but suddenly when tearing sentences new forms appears so it’s not to divide but to approach i almost clicked i am saved last time i spoke eng. i was in pol(and) in quest of love but i failed but i tripped i stutter found bitter winter i used to seat in cafeterias ordering incomprehensible cakes half hopeless half enamoured but totally lost my approximate heart mistranslated ordinary when i’m sad i just mute, remain silent and buy polypropylene cases at muji’s but there wasn’t in pol. only churches empty museums and that terrifying place and ghosts everywhere and me walking in cold streets with my tiny history being more and more little for non-staring eyes since then i kept these habits murmur in shopping malls buy cheap bouquets of flowers to offer to anyone and i rush calmly through the emergency exit