Another detritus no-poem: “a zombie being”!

Meeting, kind off Tokyo. 2015 Meeting, kind off Tokyo. 2015

nothing right now makes sense in my life. Not a single thing, not a single person, not

in my life. Not a single thing, not a single person, not

in my life. Not a single thing, not a single person, not

in my life. Not a single thing, not a single person, not

in my life. Not a single thing, not a single person, not

in my life. Not a single thing, not a single person, not

not a single person, not

not ain my life. Not a single thing,

not a single person, not a

Not a single thing,

not a single person,

not a single single.

Lost.

But I´m not giving up

today.

Maybe tomorrow. Not today.

Pain is wearable. The rest

is nothingness. Pure not self-awareness

and absolutely lack of self -love

or the shadow, of the shadow of it.

Lost.

So, in this nothingness beyond the pain

do I really exist? or I´m just

a zombie being.