I think that at this moment,
maybe nobody in the universe is thinking of me.
I'm the only one who's thinking me,
and if I were to die now,
nobody, not even I, would think me.
And this is where the abyss begins,
as when I go to sleep.
I'm my own support and I take it away from me.
I help to curtain everything with absence.
This may be why
when you think of someone
it's like saving them.
Return to thoughts and musings.
Read between the lines
another dimension of silence