blank canvas |
There's a world inside;
I turned the key and out poured...
You were an impressionist
and I- too headstrong to concede...
persistently airy,
presently absent...
i promise to draw you a map of your mind,
so that you will never be lost in it again...
it comes like a dream;
if not immediately transcribed...
branching veins,
black pupils...
Posmosis (noun) - the diffusion of subconscious to conscious via language. |
You haven't "lived" until you experience death. |
My hand can never work fast enough, |