I have been here for a long time

and I feel this city spelling farewell to me

calling my name

in a language I still don't know.

looking at railways makes me tired.

but the dreams catching me in the seconds of sleep

pull my inside out.

visions are tattoed on the interior of my eyelid.

poetry is under my skin

sweated out by every pore

uncontrolled goosebumps.

I feel my body turning into foam

and vanishing into air.

My vains touch the sun,

kiss the sky-

and then i wake up.

my head leaned on that dirty window

face mark on plexiglass

tonight, moonlight

will reflect my dreams

before they're wiped away.

check the saliva on your lips

before you get off.

I feel I have been here for too long,

next train heads for a place

I still don't know-

I will write my name

on it's streets

and dance barefoot

over all the bridges I cross.

Next step will bring me to you.

Does not matter where.

Just somewhere out there.