On a felt suit

The night another institution had the reins over my life. You gave a sign of approval. I was on the brink of a cliff and you pushed me closer to the edge.

 

On a felt suit

Unrecoverable silence. A place of oblivion where I’m unable to speak, move or touch.

I never tried to attract your attention because I never had answers to give you.

 

On a felt suit

I clearly suffered your irony towards me but obviously your authority was far more important. How would I answer that? With contempt and a great deal of silence, although ignoring you is ignoring part of myself.

 At the end of the corridor the door of your bedroom is open, I can see the tip of the cigarette shining in the dark. I’m walking along the corridor quietly stepping towards the end of it, I’m so close I can hear the tobacco burning. I carefully lock the door behind me. Now I can breathe.