united sorry

I am sitting in a train, heading Leipzig, after a day in Berlin, a week in Vienna, a month in Amsterdam.

I accept my fate of being a nomad, nowhere to settle.

I am like nomad, looking for love.

What can I do else than missing you/your eyes/ your warmth/ your heart/ your lust. I looked for you in the embraces of men/women/lovers/ fathers/mothers/friends/ colleagues/students.

I met you everywhere. Inside/outside me.

Every moment I inhale your smell, it makes me horny.

Horny of wanting to die a small death in your infinite charms.

Even the name of God is too small for you.

I am an ecstatic, since the moment my father died in my arms, and I faced this miracle of love/life/death in such an intimate matter.