pouring out my bitterness
turning them into botanical works of art.
muddy mud pool/
soaking in the muddy mud pool
under the bloody blood sky.
sucking lollipop, stimulating saliva and boosting blood sugar level.
13 June 2017
feels like the world's spinning and I am sinking.
what I like:
us sleeping on the sand
and you being a willing receptacle.
seeking after my sun.
we all possess an exhibitionist tendency; professional or amateur.
"... ...Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost!
Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again."
Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel
don't we all love to pry into how others live and often catch ourselves staring through a neighbour’s window?
“Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.”
you said you love rain, but you are walking under an umbrella with your head down.
if we aren't crazy,
we'd go insane.
the full moon is out;
it's casting its light on us.
there's nothing under piles of negativity and fears, no dreams nor goals.
love is overrated.
dreams are overrated