dog-eared

i feel old

terribly and unavoidable old

my face looks young, my eyes shine bright

and my skin is still smooth

but my soul looks as if it were run over by a train...

a hundred times

it looks like that old sock

that tired of resisting the continuous blows of the wind

releases the clothesline to fall into the abyss

and get dirty again

dog-eared,

worn-out

worn-down...

and again terribly old, being a twenty-two-year-old body

containing an eighty-nine-year-old soul

smiles become harder to hold

laughter seems a privilege offered just by a few spirits

i'm tired of waiting

tired of hoping

tired of being tired