fate
is
against me

as I've heeard
other's stubbronness
exceeds mine by far

from afar
the stench of parfume
makes my stomach revolt

my stubbornnes is not enough
to let me forget
the way back

three months early
can't believe it
what went wrong?

the ticking of the clock
doesn't deliver the monotony
i need to fall asleep

in a whining voice
the mother tells her child
not to whine

rain taught me
not to wait
for third chances

melancholy:
a children's playground
on a rainy day

if you never slept
do you still
call it getting up ?