Victor dos Anjos

Where are the words when I need to scream?

Where are my powers when I need to fight?

Where is the wind when I’m setting sail?

Where are my guns when I need to breathe slowly?

Where is my beauty when I need to show me?

Where are the buddies who called me “friend”?

They love calling me “friend” when they need my hands…

So where are my “friends” when I need a hug?

Where is everyone?

Where is everything?

Where are?… I don’t know… And fuck it all.