“To fill my mind with new thoughts
To imagine the illusionary traceability of life-
I have only found in mind!
Never was I scared to lose you,
in the moment I found you.
Now I seek your presence,
-and I am afraid I will lose you –
when I find myself in your absence.
I stare into an abyss – whom do I see?
If you spill coffee over wooden floor – does it leave traces?
It destroys, hurts, colors and paints
the “space in between places” .
I flee into the imaginary space.”
(c) Christina Milassin, 2017