hinting at the zero point

 The zero point is here

Where we start again

Where one dies and the mission is complete

The blue eyes that shine no more  

 

I cannot listen to the slow songs

My blood is boiling

I have difficulty in adapting

Have problems with ladders, and height

But living at the edge of everything

What the states deem necessary

To survive only

 

I can’t ask for my rights

Cause I actually don’t care for material

I am angry for injustices

And finally, I find myself restless

Just like my grandmother did

 

My stomach is so sensitive

Have the vomiting record of all

Compared myself with my mom

Got my stomach from her

Migraines come and go just like

She used to have them from time to time

When it is six in the evening

I am tired

Just like her  

 

My father used to make me laugh

He was fun and funny and all

When I am fun I remember him

A wit in his words and thoughts

His insistence on finishing things, I got it from him

But now that he is not here

I feel like not finishing anything at all...