Presets of silence

 The tiredness

The exhaustion

Of sitting in lingerie

On uncomfortable seat no. 2

The freedom

The lightness

Of bike riding

With my arms stretched open to the wind

I stopped being excited

Happiness I find in silence

In peace

In flying

Presets added to my vision

Romanticizing life

In shades of green

In the blue hour

I stopped enjoying polluted

Air and dirty hands

On my body

Red and purple lights

My flesh and bones

Hugged by the arms of a being

Either my own

Or my lover lost long ago

Befriended and buried with reality

With calmness

Inside breath in

Baptized in the depth purified by algae

A soul I don’t have to talk to

But I can — say whatever I want

And touch and bite

And kiss tenderly