A world of words
in books, letters, emails, conversations, billboards, newspapers,
well just around everywhere around
A world of interactions
in real life, movies, online, letters, emails, phonecalls, people, non-verbal,
well just about everything around
A world of images
in pictures, in magazines, in photographs, in drawings, in maps.
A real life or an alter ego
The main road or a side one?
None of those things
I can see through anymore
It’s like being lost with a map in your hands
knowing North and South
knowing West and East
But it’s pointless to go into any direction
it is not that there’s nothing to choose – there is
but there is nothing to choose for – it seems
And there seems no way out, because the map has no end
signs pointing all around without any instructions
What to do if the purpose, isn’t known on the map?
The magnetized pointer of my compass
lost its heart.