i am seated and from where i am my mind travels on my eyes that are closed
and i see places where my heart hovers
and i taste the salt of tears and i keep a bowl where i keep
emptiness
i am at rest but it does not mean that i am rested you must know this
when you come to the house asking for pieces of my advice
i only give you
what you deserve and what you are and i tell you about the places where you can be
all from my own point of view and you say you are hurt and you will never come back
i am seated and i am at rest and i have no plans moving my feet to where you are going
i deserve this place and this place deserves me and i ask no more questions for my longing
my eyes are closed, and i keep this voice.
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