Am I a diabolum?
I answer questions with more questions, endlessly, without ever coming to a conclusion… the perfect incarnation of a philosopher, no doubt about that…
Gave me birth for this maybe? To give nothing but questions, a step towards enlightening for others, destined to live forever in the shadows
dear shadow, I can praise you in better circumstances…
well then Amelie open the door, quick, open it, please! And let me in, let me drink you paranoid tea, let me play with your soap bubbles, let my thought stop running miles and miles per hour, let them slow down ’till they cease
I want a sidereal silence in this head of mine, I want sleep of the mind,
farewell spring, you’re reborn I’m entombed.