Venus. (5.2.18)

Summer seeps through the window

as we are growing hazy.

Why do you watch

and not speak? 

Why do you receive

so enthusiastically

and forget the impact,

the beauty,

of giving?

I have so many questions

about the life you haven't told to me


how much of my curiosity

is invested purely

in a mirage,

fading and reappearing at its own will,

still pretending to fall for the illusion

as if I didn't know the trick all along.


But I don't want

rose colored glasses

just in order

to get myself

to believe,

I tell myself,

ashing the joint,

turning out the light.

What a society - 

where you must work harder

to show less

of yourself.  


(it could be so simple)