Exil is when you hear your breath
you turn around
see your hands shake
you turn,
and there is no more around
then you realize,
the less is it
all of the none of it
No love
No destiny
No hope
No fear
No rules
No needs
just skin and bones, flesh and blood
the more is, what you wish for
call it liberty, to wear what you don’t see,
to speak, what you couldn’t hear,
to think whatever you ignore
it’s what’s you fill in, the void
so you don’t panic
