…who watches a movie late into the night and sucks the emotion to the core

savouring it like a fine wine, appreciating its piquancy, its intensity, its madness

Who is it who wakes the next morning with no idea what comes next

when all the boundaries are down, where the maps no longer function

Who is it who writes these lines into the air

unknowing of a listener

I will let you in on a secret. It doesn’t matter. I am…