Corridors

I had spent too long nursing my interiority and now I didn’t know how to get rid of it. I was only in love with writing but I no longer believed it could save me. Even my shadow was a stranger to me. I knew the achievement of my desires would mean the end of my yearning —the end of me as a writer— I was lost in those infinite corridors the skies diamantine and you and I were surfacing in those midnights I wanted war I wanted war desire was a burning despair the streets were kerosene and you were elsewhere without me in that fragile wasteland I looked for surrender in the white fires of your irises but nothing survived Desire I danced in the streets of kerosene and I called it genesis I called it ecstasy in diamantine evening The cities were rivers but I was surfacing choose to be alive choose this white fire choose to be titanium marked for genesis these fevers that follow me Jezebel of the shining evenings I was lost in those corridors choosing nowhere to go

Note: My book the fragility is about my desire for a swimming pool and nothing else.