Lexicon 2



Silence
Every time I speak of you
My words destroy you
If only for an instant I could hear you,
I would understand it all.

Darkness
Why do you steal the colors and shapes?

Light
People talk about you
As if you really existed.
If so, I am blind.
I try to look at you and all I see is a bulb.

To Learn
To learn is to forget.
As a boy I only saw scribbles.
They are still there,
But today I cannot see them.

Self-Reference
How to describe these words?

Reader
Yes, you!

Forehead
An act of faith.

Phobias
They are not ours,
They belong to our parents.