Momentum

Not having a proof.

Behaviour.

Reading, anticipating,

the skin is there.

My heart is floating

to get lost in the sea,

to jump from the height.

My rhythm, repeating,

the past I am today,

all of it, I breathe it.

My ribs contract,

the air feels thick,

it's my essence

suffocating me.

Silence on the outside,

trying to stay sane

over infinity,

playing hard with me.

Aspiring poet,

fear of losing it,

losing it in every corner.

The details of my skin,

marking mistakes,

all red when I drink.

Your movement,

my body expanding

with every minute

that I cannot take.

My vision, adulthood,

sour, deranged, the sun,

burning my insides.

I see you and pretend I don't,

the perfume of your dry mouth.

A passageway,

the island, my favourite taste,

turning the page changes the rhythm.

Obliques, lack of commitment,

a kid I once was,

the teenager that I continue to be,

spinning inside of me,

my observations.

Sun hitting me on the side,

the hall vibrating.

Look outside: everyone's the same,

it's me who is trembling

with fear of losing

the divine opportunity of

feeling my heart in my ears,

your gut expanding.

The blue, the grass and the rock,

they were there before you.

Momentum.

2026