August 6th 08 Poem by Pablo Conejero Lopez

This is more than I expected from myself

Today. It's clear out there

I'm obviously only warming up. But

Sometimes I still sit alone and

Think about nothing

I feel rushed thoughts that don't

Help clarity. But it's clear "out there

In the night". Like an honest laughter

I used to listen to myself singing. Now

I am seeing myself. I'm here

In the room.I'm moved in this

Place.By everything. It's hard to

Handle. Even wetness makes me

Cry. But I came here and now

I'm here. And they are there. And

I'm here. And they love me. They need

Me. And they are there. And I'm here

Listening to everything, being quiet

Trying to surprise myself looking for life

Inside this piece of muscle, face and

Bones. The same one from before

The one they love. The one I love