Two crystals, one wound

I want to let the time pass by,

and my wounds be the same,

but they don't hurt,

and closed.

Because now I have to come with me,

and I have to remember me,

because I had already forgotten about me.

To know that when I'll wake up in the morning,

just after remembering that you are no longer,

I will just look in the mirror,

and start again.

Carry on, contemplating,

the life in the coffee,

infinitely immense.

As this void in me.