Who said

(Smoke thread)
I don't write about you as a memory,
and I'm not looking inside you for a place
or a string of smoke.
All you have is a dream
today is illusions,
no news from you
and no one to draw a human
I know that you are a picture
but you are in Hiran mind
I know you're in the dead,
or rather from the phantoms in the stillness of the night,
chasing us silent and on the walls of our city.
Thorns, I've been walking along a road
we've been knocking together for years.
I walk on the pavements
I always talk to myself
I think I am a crazy bystander
I declared longing for you
and killed the mind
and became a thread of smoke.