When a new story ruffles your hair,
How do you not bow your head?
Why does it stop being new so soon?

The body language of words is more disturbing than your sighs.
Did that story do that to you?If someone else’s ideas make you happy,
You will also have to carry their scars.

Everything seems old to a limping imagination,
There are no more new stories.
Even the air doesn’t change while breathing into a paper bag.

2nd December, 2012.