a poem about carmen

you move like the ocean

and look like the sky at dawn

even in the morning light

i could still see stars shining

in the iris of your eyes

and when the smoke protrudes your lips

i wonder just how one so wonderful

does not like flowers

perhaps when your turn to walk on earth came

the universe wanted to create

a vessel similar to the one

worn by ancient gods and royalties

so alluring, yet indecipherable

like an artwork by Dali

copyright oceauxnic 2017

Falling out of love too quickly

You see, I have this problem… I come across certain things, such as TV shows, books, random objects, sometimes even people and start to obsess over them.

Day and night I would think about them, look up information about them, create artwork which was inspired by them. I cannot breathe, I cannot eat, I cannot sleep because I want more of them.

This obsession, however, lasts for a very short period of time.

Infatuation. That’s what it is.

Once it is over, I no longer care about the stuff that once fueled my existence.

And that scares me. A lot. Knowing that I have become the type of person I fear most.