PARANOID PSYCHOSIS

nights of my cocoons 

ask 
where are you

I have searched you

my soul has probably retired

but the search remain intact

is it
I write for the name

probably
that may be true

I have left
to decipher
true and false
together

may be
its too heavy

my nanons

my own makings

some 
come to fast

I ask 

where you have been

all the way

they ask
instead

where were you been

all the moments
of ours