Nothing 1.0

I lived in room with abandoned manequins.
My lower jaw was rotting from all the

senseless talking.
When I closed my eyes, i dreamed of

myself in my youth. Suit, tie and matching

mask.
When I opened my eyes, I was nothing. I

had no body. Invisible to the world.
So I glared at the world outside in silence.
The way cats must do, after they died their

sixth time.
I'm 26 and I feel a thousand years old. A

caterpillar that ignored each chance it had

to turn into a butterfly.
It is disastruous to live in world of glass

that mirrors your hideous reflection with

each step you take.
There are dusks in which I want to sleep

beneath the snow.
Dawns in which I want to dissolve and flow

with the puddles into the oblivious

darkness beneath the city.
But I fall asleep each morning. And when I

wake up, the sun is gently licking my skin.
And I forget for a while, who I am, what

I`ve done...