empty-handed.

If I understood what I was missing,
how I was missing ...
If I could do clarity in my thoughts
and not to hold on to them
maybe I could get away ...
But so...
I have empty hands,
dry mouth,
and the words disappear into the darkness.
A rose without thorns,
just like her
I do not know what my place.
I miss everything,
but I will have nothing.
Illusion, delusion.
Sing, dance, fall.
I have empty hands.