Blue Fiction

Everything he represented was fake,

soaked in the blue shape.

There was never more important relationship than with his mother.

Someone smothered the remaining women

in pungent sex without fancy perfumes,

accord to the rule

of primary care.

As if he never cared

to make a life for himself .

What will he do when she's gone?

All these women left alone

in cold beds,

while he keeps running away

from himself

to the places where he hasn’t been yet.

He counts on finding himself there,

forgetting to look inside his head,

venturing into dark corners

where nobody dares to look.

Scared to find the simplest truths

depriving us of real life.

What's left inside is just us

ready to conquer the world

on our own.

It's more valuable than being by your mother's side,

even though she supposed to know you best.

We need to live our own lives for ourselves.

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