One of those Sundays when I have a lot to do

But instead I just click on things.

I just noticed that you “liked”

My sound pieces on Soundcloud.

That was a month ago,

When you still talked to me.

Now I only hear about you

Or see you through your brother’s words.

Shut the fuck up

He says

And it’s exactly the same pitch and rhythm.

I wonder if I talk like my brother too.

It’s a rhetorical question,

Like all the questions I ask myself

When there isn’t a soul around me

-Existentially speaking-

For miles and miles.