Monday, February 22, 2016


I wiped myself clean.

Isn't that what you wished? What you hoped in the end?
That I keep myself away in silence. Shut up and move away.
Fade and turn to only white.

Forget, you scream. Turn off, you said.

Cleaned and pure and just not full of me any more.

Without me, I can only be you now.
So you can live.

In this white white space.