(A tribute to Radiohead - thank you for teaching me this mantra) br br Sick of routines, br So I, br I don’t exist, br No, br The girl you’re talking to, br That ain’t me, br I’m not here, br My ears are stuffed with layers of cotton, br Not hearing a thing. br br I don’t exist, br This isn’t real, br No, br You’re not hurting me, br I jump into the movie screen, br I merge with the evaporated air, br Not here, not here. br br Bombs, br Explosions, br Bad-mouthings, br I’m not witnessing. br Lachrymosity; br That’s not me feeling, br I penetrate through cells, br I unite with shadows on the wall. br br I walk invisibly, br Through cars on mad streets. br Politics, br Agendas, br Shut the noise, br I’m not listening; br You can’t make me. br br I bury myself 11 feet below the ground, br I don’t wake up from my dream, br I’m not here, br I’m not here, br This isn’t happening…br br Lara W.