LOOK AT NIGHTFALL
TRANQUILITY OF THINGS FILLS ME WITH INDIGNATION
SOMETHING VERY BITTER IN THE AIR I BREATHE
MY SOUL SUFFERS
BOREDOM, ANXIETY PREVENTS ME FROM CONTINUING ANITHING
DESPAIR, I DON'T LIKE YOU VERY MUCH
YOU DON'T FIT EITHER MY CLOTHES OR MY COFFEE
WHY ARE YOU STAYING HERE SO BIG AND CONTROLLING ?
IT'S A REALLY HORRIBLE DOUBLE LIFE
I DON'T THINK THERE IS ANOTHER WAY OUT
NOTHING BUT MADNESS
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 7:09 PM UTC
DARK IN COLOR
TO GIVE THE MORNING A CONNOTATION
IN A WHITE CUP ON THE EDGE OF A WINDOW
THAT SIMULATES THE COLD OF WINTER
WITH ITS WARMTH
HEAVENLY RAIN AND ITS DELIGHTFULNESS WITH ITS TASTE
WHICH THE LOVER SEES AS A MEDICINE
FOR PASSION AND NOSTALGIA AND REMEMBRANCE
A RENEWED FLAVOR
THAT YOU CAN'T GET TIRED OF
AND IF IT BECOMES A MORNING HABIT
THAT YOU PRACTICE EVERYDAY
IT'S THE KEY TO THE MORNING
WITHOUT IT THE CLOCKWISES STOP MOVING
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 6:06 PM UTC
WRITE TO ME
FOR THE DEAD
AND WHO HAVE NOT YET BEEN CREATED
FOR TREES AND AUTUMN
FOR THE CHAIR UPSIDE DOWN ABOVE THE TABLE
WRITE FOR CONTAINMENT THAT I DON'T KNOW
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 6:29 PM UTC