that I am a maniac April 3

And sometimes desperate enough
to get emotional with an offline buddy,
with a stranger – is not difficult to believe.
I sit on a chair, but all of me is fluid.
I write off all my inadequacy as an impossibility,
I ask, I ask, “what shall I do?”

No one is interested in listening to anyone,
but everyone wants to talk
and fancy an audience.
These days will definitely go down in time
as the days of the sentimental.
We save emails, save SMSs, save memories
nothing should be lost.
But when in a moment of casual lapse
I misplace my affections and confess to be lost
your eyes look at the window behind me,
and the wind blowing hard beyond it,
as if all the salt – all the distress
on my crowded brow was nothing.
Nothing compared to the bigger lie
the bigger let-down of happiness.