The cloud of
forever
sits in
an empty throne
where
the King of
Hearts
became diamond.

His final thought
echoes
throughout
a kingdom
that
was never his…

Fuck you,
Queen of Hearts

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The ocean holds
current

where
the whirlpool
leaves circle

the graves of
dinosaurs

(and on the cities and beaches

here we float).

I take it in.

How do I feel?

Is this the
moment

I go all in?

Or the moment

I hold back?

It matters mostly
but

no time
for thinking,
stupid.

I choose to go
but
now my engine
complains.

Maybe the light
was red

Maybe I should
have stopped.

It’s not for me
to know.

Anyway,
I’m occupied now.

Putting back the
pieces

of this broken ass car.

A caterpillar
in a coma

inside
a cocoon.

The longest
dead
butterflies

My oldest
caterpillar
friends.

Their beautiful
lives ended

By careless
nature
or
an unfair
world.

What
a tragedy that

none of them
will be here
when
I finally
awake.

To see the
poems
I’ll
write
about their
death.

This is how
my mind works

bluntly.

Too lazy to be
deceitful.

Too arrogant to
accept thoughts

that suffer
popularity
without thinking.

My ego maintains

my
thoughts are
worth sharing.

A trait of nice people
adopted by

my favourite alter-ego.

(A lazy egomaniac)

I’ll speak for honesty
and

create a
life’s weapon.

Deep in the well of
individual experience,

noone else can tell my truth.

It’s the not-caring that
makes this cool.

Or the actually caring
who
try hard with
pretending,

that can
fake
make this cool.

And then me…

The not caring about
anyone
but

the only one
whose thoughts
matter.

She has already
decided

I’m not the one
that cares,

enough to
pretend I don’t.