I do not know what is best not to know in this age of knowledge
I do not remember what is best to remember,
in this age of digital photography
I cannot say what is best not to say
now when I smile with my fingers
imitating faces

I cannot define myself now,
when I know myself best
as opposed to the proximate second
when I find myself wondering who am I

I cannot let you say you love me
before you learn to hate me first

I cannot live for real before accepting
that this world is a second hand dream
and so is the air, the water and the thoughts
blackening pages blackened before
describing emotions already felt