There´re some times when my mind wants to fly
fly miles away from me and just leave me here, leave me without myself
because it´s my own myself that hurts myself.
There´re some times when I want to run from me
take me out of me, like I take my dress out
take me out of me and leave me in the deep dark corner of my closset,
forgotten
I would like to take me out of me and wash&dry me
wash my fears, my weaknesses, my soul flood of depression spots
and dry the wet in my feets that keeps me cold and indifferent
I want the automatic cycle, some softener and fit me again.
