Proof of Live Birth

I've been expelled from the everyday life by clocks' ticking I keep on waking up enclosed in an expensive box... On bare walls I hang up my imagination It's unframed and wild - A bitter-sweet Freedom keeps haunting me: to FLY with a family of pelicans to the unknown or to DIE all alone under a freeway overpass I see my fingerprints disappear one-by-one... I am writing this as PROOF that I existed in a World where ink is Invisible and echoes are Mute copyright@iolandascripca2016