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My thoughts
are like bubbles restlessly...
Life...
A monastery of sadness...
Drifting into the expansiveness
of the moments when you once...
Fading like a flower
on the highway of my secret life...
Staring out of my window,
as I listen to the sky...
[they slither, and they hiss
like talking serpents , as they pass...
It's a quarter past five and my internal clock...
You said we were two peas in a pod, our legs; a...
I am the dot that ends all my written worries,
doubts and insecurities, in the palm of my diary...
She came to me
like an apparition; white hot, clad in a wreath of...
It was three o'clock on a low-key afternoon
of a windless winter day, the serene sun had...
Truth is... |
What you do know |
The best way not to miss someone, is to convince yourself that you hate them. |