Thursday, 31 March 2011


When I smile too
I cant't figure
how the rain
coloured my hair
deeper louder
it will sound
more intense
cried out playinsgs
on my cheekbone
collarbone white
blue against bright shades
it's not human
interesting how you smile
in that glimpse of
a second
of time there's a
like everything else
like you said,
I'm nothing but
small pieces in one
falling apart like so many
at the same time
we are pieces of this feeling
this inferno

They call it "fast-writing" - the type of writing where you don't stop, until you don't got any words left at all. Leaves me emotionally stunted in a way. xx

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