the next morning

It's all the same fucking day, Janis was right
you open your eyes but the day hasn't stopped
the demon still weighs on the breast
hours grow stronger, the body falls down
uniformly and invariably
what's empty won't fill up
legs lead to a dead end
or along a circle
you can undertake to do something
you can stand still to the very end
the stigma remains on the forehead
movements make you forget only for a while

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Raise your head, look. Nothing's going to change for you, there is no you and there is nothing that you're not a part of.
That moment was beautiful, behind it you could see happiness that will never come true. The next morning you can only cry, coldness, the way to the sea. There is no solace, but on the foggy background the sails bend, look. Between you and the sky there is enough space for your yearning, for all your heart.