so, here i am once more
alone...
Nice things always
break...
I have no ability to shake or ignore this feeling...
It eases into my veins, paranoia bubbling under my...
The cavity in my chest is filled with carbon.
But my eyes still leak shades of aquamarine...
If I dive down
deep...
A fogginess
in my thoughts...
It has not rained here in weeks
But I am drenched to the bone...
Winter is here again,
bringing a touch of frost...
Some hang onto yesterday,
yet I hang onto my ecstasy...
In, thoroughly
then out, slowly...
please don’t say I look beautiful.
please say something I can hold on to...
Pirouetting
Another blade...