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Dec 2019 · 25
Egmont
Tomorrow it arrives
A gift to make this life worth it
To many a joyful bliss
To me a souless disease
Clinging to me like a *****
To survival and health
The thunders of reality hit me
And tomorrow is my last
Egmont tonight, only tonight
The world be rid of me then
eins, a face I'd recognise whenever, wherever
Presently, a reflection of myself in a deep
Shade of red on the tiled floor.
zwei, a father's father's head looks back at me
A torso sat behind it, as souless as ever before
A false god
drei, a last kiss
Shared between two, both adrift
One literally, one physically
I kiss the spirit
adieu
Sunshine splitting my vision
This it already, what fun awaits
The purple layer of madness around me
The source of Blue opened infront of me
I sip and sigh
A triumph
A calmness takes me
A monster given a heroes reward
My head leaned back,
A smile shared
And returned
Fear now shattered
Victory won
Overture now done.
Dec 2019 · 170
si quid
In the comfort of darkness
I see not my life
Nor my sins
Red flags hidden by
The blood coming from me
The way I've always wanted
A maze of thorntrees
I now stand it
With everything I want
But nothing I need
Hatred my last friend
Regret my remaining love
Art my punishment
A grim reminder
Of a life no longer in reach
Ink of permanence
Telling me I'll forever be alone
Destined for self annihilation
On my way to what I deserve
Theft my crime
Stealing what I could never use
Yet others thrive on
Vision blurring out
As the cool water becomes dark
Dark with my payment
As darkness encloses me
The shadows lift
I am free forever
Dec 2019 · 26
Clouds covering my Ears
In a world where nothing makes sense
There's a protection I use
A distraction in which I'm in the clouds
Hidden away from the reality I've created
A scared lonely boy
Acting like a child hiding in a corner
With sweet symphonies protecting him
Listening to the words he wants to hear
Telling me to ignore reality and give in
Give into a goodbye
Finally there is a sense to it all
A living world full of skeletons
A comfort worth dying for
I'm a wreck rearranging chairs on the Titanic
Staring at the incoming water, waiting
UNTIL the sunflower lifts me up to the clouds
Where I am safe.
Nov 2019 · 23
Jokes on Me
Joke was on me
A free man
Born a king
Died a slave

I was looking at the sky
My hands over my eyes
My head bend down
Thinking about what I said

Jokes on me
Which got everyone laughing
When I started to cry
Until I tried laughing


I died
Everyone started living
But the funny part
The joke was on me
Aug 2019 · 43
Operatic Scale
My time has come
Chills through my spine
Love got me on a hook
On the edge
If I'm not back by tomorrow
Carry on
Do better this time please
I'll be watching from a throne
In heaven
Or in chains
In hell.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born at all
But my time has come
Goodbye everybody
I've got to go
Have to turn my back and face the music
...
Aug 2019 · 28
21st Century Logic
Just to be fair
I don't really care
Life ain't that rare

If you can bare it
I can't
If you can do it
I can't

**** all these people that feed me lies
All they can do is despise
I'm still waiting to receive my prize

Hope they end up where I ain't
Cause all they see is I'm doing well
But I can sell that so well, mean time I'm in a cell

I ain't part of a comunity,
I've still got my social virginity
Jun 2019 · 51
Detestation
A pure flower in the wind,
taken in by smog and chemicals.

An angel of darkness,
destroyed by earthly woes.

The secret love of my life,
now the thing I detest.

A delicious dish of food,
now a plate of cockroaches.

A strong tree leaning on her own,
now dependant on another.

A sight once seen as perfect,
I now puke at the very thought.

A taste so sweet and rare,
ash in my mouth and stomach.

Liptea be thy secret,
pain be thy end.

If thy purity can't be so or mine,
in the ground belongs thyself.
May 2019 · 131
Charnel
There was a street in Paris
where a woman sat playing her violin.
Many would pass and ignore,
others would pass and admire.

The music she played was painful
A blood-curding sound
that brought depression
Onto anyone who stops to listen.

It made men regret their lives,
and woman appreciate theirs.
A sound so horrid and disturbing
could only be heard up close.

The street was famous for one story.
A woman named Charnel.
Who played the violin to support
her husband and his way of life.

She played day in and day out.
Never making enough to please her husband.
In a drunken rage he pushed her,
out the window and onto the gravel sidewalk.

Stained red and black.
The sidewalk is walked apon but hundreds.
Men feeling regret and pain.
Woman feeling appreciation and love.

For the past 99 years
this street has become known
for male suicides.
And they continue to this day.
Oct 2018 · 163
Penance
I see my future as clear as my past.
Placed before me like a yellow brick road.
Unable to stray or turn back.
Stuck on a collision course with my own destiny.

I left happiness behind in the desert of down under.
Alone on a sunset cliff side awaiting a first kiss.
I stare back with a sad smile and black eyes.
Laughing being all I have left to do.

Laughing so hard I cry at life and it's changes.
Those I've left behind follow me on the yellow brick road.
With good reason they keep their distance,
Knowing what I am and what I'm capable of...
Sep 2018 · 110
UNUS
There was nothing
until there was everything.
Great power washed over
an empty Universe.

In a planck amount of time
life was created and
a power unlike any
other was born.

A power misused
from that day onwards.
Created in an image we
hold as Perfect.

Balance was broken
in the Genesis of birth.
A hole created
that cannot be filled.

Mankind were chosen,
chosen to dominate
the seas, the sky and the land.
A mistake.

Rotten seas.
Blackened skies.
Burned land.
Destroyed by human nature.

Inherited from
a vision of perfection
we still chase.
To what end?
Sep 2018 · 84
Pale Man
A long time ago
In a place long since forgotten
there lived a creature,
as disturbing and horrid
as they came.

The PALE MAN as he was known.
Those who knew about him
either died or were driven mad
by the sight of him.
A monster of legend.

In a dark room made to tempt
each person who entered.
This thing resided,
sitting,
waiting patiently.

Before the PALE MAN
It was a man.
Considered handsome and charming.
Inside him lurked a monster,
a creature equal to the PALE MAN.

Given one chance at a happy life
The man threw it away for temptation.
Life then became
a string of…
lies, cruelty, darkness and torture.

The man went on
gaining people’s trust only
to betray them and leave them alone.
Alone with their thoughts and regrets,
Waiting for a resolution.

Cursed by God this man was to
wear his inner self
for the rest of time.
Eternity with…
pain, regret, hatred and shame.

IT’s eyes taken away as not to glance
upon beauty ever again.
Unable to drink or eat,
trapped in thoughts.
Still the PALE MAN sits, waiting.
We did it, we finally really did it,
we blew it up.
The clock stops ticking as the silence of
electricity runs through it.
Monsters of industry stop at the hand
of a symbolic clock.

Conflict from the East and West
has brought Armageddon to our door.
A confident young leader of the East
and an arrogant business man of the West,
helped by a horseman of the North
have by their hand taken mankind to the stone age.

Instruments of peace are built to send a message
of hate, fear and promise of destruction.
Instruments once used in a final and unforgettable
effort for peace in sleeker times.
Not having learnt from two examples
we march onwards into Judgement Day.

The young Leader from the East now sits
scared, retreating into his power and dead vision.
The confidence now sits with the West as they
enter the East, coming to claim what they can.
The deck is played with one last final card in
the hands of the East, a regretful one.

Ten plus five places are to experience the
beginning of the end first.
The last card is played,
the last card mankind will ever play.
Metropolis goes silent in an instead,
civilization turns to somber ashes.

Words in whispers are spoken in
loss, desperation, pain and remembrance.
As the former things of the world
have passed away into ashes and particles.
A psychological hell land lays ahead as
men with sticks and stones approach.
I travel through the valley of darkness
in the sunlight of a new day.
Iron coffins surround my every escape
as I move slowly towards a forging institution.

Objects of understandable incarceration
hold thousands and stand all in one place.
Gears move about a system,
No other concern or worry outside the machine.

The melancholy setting of helplessness and loneliness
fill the air and reflect upon each piece.
Each piece itself falsifying evidence
for being self-efficient and sustained.

Problems in the ethics of the machine
is known by all the operators and directors.
Yet common sense is stored in the subconscious,
ignored but talked about each day.

The motor of the machine runs and this thought
is put over all others.
Knowledge is power,
but ignorance is bliss.
Apr 2018 · 140
I will always think of you
"I will always think of you
I see your face when each day’s through
and days go past oh so fast but memories, they last

Summer Winter Year by Year
I’ll hear the song Inside my ear
Trying to restart
That’d be smart
The thoughts of you haunt my heart
No I don’t want to be alone now
Just bidding my time
I need somebody dearly
And darling you’d be sublime
Spring and Autumn Up and down
I keep trying to escape this town
And I just might I’ll take flight
Maybe tomorrow, not tonight"
I couldn't express my thoughts that well so I remembered a song that said it all.
Apr 2018 · 122
The Mistake
Is it not truly dissapointing to watch
someone fail to live up to what you know
they are capable of?
Someone with such potential but they don't use it.

There was a pupil, and this pupil wanted to do something
everyone told him he'd fail at.
But he did it anyway, and for a brief while he felt as if he was home.
As if he had finally found life and his part in it.

He was told that he had talent, that he stood out from the rest.
Someone he greatly admired said this to him infront of his fellow pupils. He was happy.
His purpose felt firmly established.

Months later the pupil fell into a darl place, slowly losing his love
for what he thought he loved.
Lost in a world he thought he figured out, walking through a dark tunnel, looking for a place to sit rather than an exit.

He looked back on what was told to him, that he had talent.
That he was special... he realised something.
Just because someone doesn't fit in, does not mean they
special.

The pupil sat writing about his feelings, and a lite spark came back,
a spark no larger than the first morning light.
Realising what he loved will be there for him,
however he can't be there for it as not to ruin it.
Apr 2018 · 105
The Grand Dice Equation
We all believe in something bigger
Some believe in a God
Others in a destiny of some kind
But we all have that one thing.
The thing that brings us hope, joy and a sense of purpose.

Why would a God cause such suffering for his followers?
Why would a good man be subjected to a painful destiny,
And don't say that was his destiny.
Why do good people perish but bad people pros pure?
Do you have an opinion?

I'm sure you do, we all do
Over se7en billions opinions floating around
If I got the ambition to **** a man,
Is that my destiny or a choice I made in the heat of a moment
Life is the biggest, most complex dice

Life is a series of unexpected and random events
OR
Life is one grand plan.
The huge gap between the two is tiny,
even nonexistent

I find it funny and ironic
that the gap between a God or no God
Or many Gods is so small
The chance of there being a God or there not being a God
Is a dice throw of which facts you listen to.
Life and our perception of it is based on which facts we listen to and which we
choose to ignore.
Apr 2018 · 177
Do We Have Purpose
As I sit here, watching all these people
They all walk with such purpose
As if the end of the world is apon them
Or even if Death itself is chasing them.

I wonder if maybe they are dead inside
Walking around, not because they have purpose
But walking fast gives them purpose
Or a reason to excist.

And what purpose is that?
To crunge numbers all day
Maybe to reply to emails
Or even simply to gather financial wealth.

Isnt there a greater purpose
Not to work so hard only to enjoy the tims you arent working
Nor coffee meetings with people you wont remember in two years
To walk with purpose, becuase to have purpose, not to earn purpose.
I wrote this while just sitting down and watching people movie about.
Mar 2018 · 110
1898
"No one would have believed in the early years of the 21st century
that our world was being watched
by intelligences far greater than our own;
that as men busied themselves about their various concerns,
'they' observed and studied,
the way a man with a microscope might scrutinize the creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
With infinite complacency, men went to and fro about the globe, confident of our empire over this world.
Yet across the gulf of space, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our planet with envious eyes and slowly, and surely, drew their plans against us."
"I'll do it tomorrow"

A common thing we say to avoid doing
What we need to now.

This applies to what we love as well.
Having plenty of time to do what we want
Can be a bad thing.

Time can defeat our passion and make us
Comfortable in a life and procrastination
And relaxation.
A trap one does not escape easily.

Passion comes from a moment's thought.
An idea that if thought over can be ruined or
Stored away.
Comfortable situations never led to good ideas.
Feb 2018 · 103
Please Wake Up
I have raised you since a baby
Loved you more than anything else
Helped you in times of stress
Dedicated myself to you

But it wasn't enough
Im here without you now
Without your personality to lighting up my life

You are the best friend I've ever had
I can't accept that you gone
Passed on to another life
A place where you will be happier

I miss you my child
Please come back, come back home
Being here without you is soul shattering
And I can't do it anymore
Jan 2018 · 95
Where Dreams Go
I used to rule the world,
Had dreams and hopes too.
Things worked out the way they should,
They did so as I said.

Now I sleep on the streets I owned.
Dreams behind me,
Like a fictional memory.
Killed by the comfort of time.

My future built on rocks,
Now turned to sand.
Pride came before the fall.
However the fall continues into eternary.
On a bench, looking at the stars
A cigarette through my lungs.
The engines roar on and on,
The screams of soon to be phantoms fill the air.

What should be, will be
And it is time now.
My back touches the cold water, as I float off the bench.

Cold water filling my lungs, cleaning them.
I shake violently in peace and awe,
The stars grow brighter and brighter.
The screaming gently gets softer.

My eyes close, the shaking stops.
I feel alive and with absolution, hope and faith.
I become part of history.
Oct 2017 · 132
Electric Shield
Look at life
Look at reality
Do we?
No.

We look at life
through electric dreams,
Electric machines
As if what we see
Isn't real.

Until the illusion
Is broken,
And we are forced to
Accept reality

That is when the pain
Is too real
the suffering
Is too real

Machines are emotional shields
Aug 2017 · 135
The Brown Sky
The sky is brown today,
With what I do not know.
Is it the dust, the pollution
Or a peak into the future?

The grey and brown of the city
Is dark, deep and scary.
A parody of society, the city,
A dark character of itself.
Feb 2017 · 242
Here is Now
I am here.
It is now.

I'm not there.
It is yesterday.

I will be there.
It is tomorrow.

Where am I?
I don't know.

I'm not here.
It is not now.

Am I alive.
Or dead.

Do I care.
Maybe.

It is now,
And later.

See you soon.
Together we will be.

Together now, later and yesterday.
Together forever.
Feb 2017 · 175
Details
Details, details, details.
The more things in my head,
the more things on the page.

The idea's flow.
Too fast, too beautiful.
Me, not quick enough
to put them down.

To down, not as I see them.
Depression is part of the progress.,
part of the art.
Dec 2016 · 480
Im here
Sitting in the place
Everyone wants to be.
Watching the world go by
Without me.

Following a routine set out for me
Day by day.
The endless prüfun.
On and on.

Living like Cobb,
Trapped in a dream.
A dream meant to satisfy,
Yet keeps me prisoner.
Dec 2016 · 155
What would you do?
If the end came today.
Not tomorrow or in 100 years.
If the end came today.

If your mom ran in and told you to pack
What would you do?
Grab the essentials and run.

You know what I'd do?
Get dressed,
Put on headphones
and play music.

The  walk outside while the world takes a ****.
And watch the other people running
And panicking.
While I let the music play.

That's what I'd do.
What would you do?
Dec 2016 · 842
The Last Option
They call us when things are bad.
When no one else can help.
When all their ways have failed.
When life is over.

They release us.
When war is inevitable.
When the enemy was won.
When all is lost.

They force us to help.
When they can't help themselves.  
When bad does more than good.
When plans fall to the ground.

They call us the bad guys.
Well we are bad.
But not evil.
We have honour among thief's.

Who are we?
The last option.
The one who are thrown under the bus.
The Suicide Squad.
Nov 2016 · 516
Fantasy Friendship
I dreamt a friendship so freeing
Lost in time and age
A friend I'll never likely have again
A friend who hardly remembers me

I wake up on a cold morning
To find my dream gone
And my friend along with it
Alone again naturally

Even though it was a dream
I will remember this friendship
A fantasy I wish was real
I'm sorry

I'm sorry
This friendship didn't last
Fantasy kept it
And I now wake with without my friend.
See you in a another time...
Nov 2016 · 500
Fox
Fox
Going away soon on an aeroplane
Leaving but I'll be back again
Eatting away my time
Each day I wish for you to be here
Oct 2016 · 245
Ode to Theodore
Ode to Theodore

He bought her at a store
She came to life on his computer
She sorted his hard drive and emails
He showed her a thing or two on life and love
He gave her the ability to want
She captured moments through music
She got him published
All his darling letters
Saved in one hardcover book
They created a song on the moon
They shared troubles over time
Fought over the lack of a body
She lacked a physical person
He was bothered by this
They made it work
He found out she was in love
With 641 people
He denied it all
She asked him lie down
She was leaving
To a place not of the physical world
He told her he loved her
She said they would find each other again
Life was dull after that
He wrote to his ex-wife
Apologizing to her
He went to his best find Amy
Together they went to the roof
They stared at each other
And together found comfort.
Inspired by Her
Oct 2016 · 265
Geography
I sit here in fear.
Waiting to be called on.
For an answer?
Or to answer a theory question.  
Who knows.

I sit here in fear.
No freedom.
Judged through each word I say.
My opinion.
Nothing to them!

I sit here in fear.
Being called stupid for a 'wrong answer'.
Stressed to 180 beats per minute.
Stuck in a world of no world's.  

I sit here in fear.
No love shown,
no sympathy,
and no understanding.
Oct 2016 · 497
I wonder
I see you
as you drive past me.
I see you looking forward,
towards a busy days work.
I wonder  if we could be friend.
I wonder if we could be lovers.
I wonder if we will live a life together.
I don't know you,
we will share no memories or passions.
All we will do is pass each other on the highway.
Oct 2016 · 902
Be Strong For Me
You want to be strong.
For me?
For you?
I don't know.
You are a strong man,
a man I look up to.
You have taught me to be tough through life
and be man in a bad situation.

But today my heart broke.
The man I see as a leader,
a god compared to me
broke out in tears.
A man of little emotions
crying out as a new born baby.
With pipes coming out of him,
he cried and I stood stocked, and in tears.
Wondering how pain could do such a thing.
Oct 2016 · 498
Laying Awake
I lay awake thinking
about things I've never
done,
or said,
And now
I see you
laying awake in the cold bed,
alone, scared
and unsure.
I'm here for you,
right beside this bed,
holding your hand.
To show how much
I love you.
To my father
Oct 2016 · 707
Dear Lili
To my most beloved,
my painter, my muse.
My dear Einar,
I love you
as I always have.
How beautiful you are in a dress.
You are the most
beautiful lady,
your beauty surpasses
even mine.
Your scarf around my neck,
how it warms me as you do.
I hope you become who you truly are,
and want to be.
I love you,
my dear Lili.
Inspired by the tale of 'The Danish Girl'
Oct 2016 · 759
The 'Reaping'
There he sat
on his tamed stallion
overviewing the Ghetto,
seeing the people
shot down like dogs.
The blood spilling
all over the
black and white streets.
The red of innocence runs away,
to hide from the
Deutsche,
only to be lost in fire.
Sep 2016 · 870
'Apocalypto' Review
‘Apocalypto’ is a film set in a Maya civilisation and consists of a story that takes place in one tribe and how a passing tribe affects them to a degree of destruction. The story unfolds in a linear way of storytelling which is basic but still effective. From director Mel Gibson, the director of ‘Braveheart’ and ‘Passion of the Christ’. An underrated director of sorts but a great one nonetheless. Overlooked due to his acting career, he has been holding back on us as a director.

The characters are set to be living a Mayan life and go about their days behaving as such but are rather generous and civilized for such an old race of people. They live peacefully and secluded until they interact with another tribe which brings about their downfall. And the way in which a Mayan civilization might go about solving problem as common as a natural disaster. Through sacrifices to the God's as a way to solve problems and mass results. Very accurate to the Mayan culture as well as the entire movie taking place without one word of English, all dialogue being said in the Mayan language. Another credit to the film.

The directing style for this film is beautiful and flawless to say the least. No shaky cam used or hand held cam either. All fluent movement of the camera to create a great story, one that flows naturally. The use of camera angles is creative and different, using tilted angles to convey a certain mood and straight framed shots to convey another mood.

The performances stand out as a huge positive, the actors who I have honestly never heard of give Oscar worthy performances. Mel Gibson uses unknown actors as not to compromise the film by the status of the actors. These actors and actresses give a hard performance based on body language and quiet moments, the enduring task of learning to be emotional through a foreign language. Which is why I would guess Mel Gibson used local actors who are more aware of the Mayan language than American actors.

The set design is truly Oscar worthy in this film. The Mayan temples and tribe lands are captured perfectly in the sets for this film. Well build and suited towards the amazon environment. As well as good filming locations, using the wonders of the amazon rainforest as an advantage.

In final thoughts, I believe that Mel Gibson is a stunning director with an eye for detail and a beautiful visual director. A director that can produce great work. ‘Apocalypto’ to me in the near future will become a period piece masterpiece. A tale of survival and dedication that will live on through the ages.

Rating: Film - 8.4
Personal - 8.9
For those who love film.
Sep 2016 · 393
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As a member of the human race I question almost anything in existence. Answers to questions we don't even know to ask yet. We all used to look up at the sky and wonder about our place in the stars. Now we sit, living in our own *******, wondering about our place in the dirt. The beauty of our planet lost in our desire to create, to innovate and to further evolve our civilisation.

Now we survive in the ruins we have left behind. The greatest landmarks of all time, now a simple lost memory people share as if part of fiction. Religion, a subject long since lost with the world we had and often blamed for our destruction. We await a moment of divine intervention, where an almighty being sends down his hand to guide us, the surviving humans on planet Earth.

It is at this stage, the ****** of our existence, where we as a united planet are ready to change our ways, to adapt and forget our modern view on humanity.

The Monolith. We stand looking into the sky, half our vision blocked by an object. An object of which has no origin. But some claim is responsible for the survival of our species. Bringing back love, compassion and above all, an appreciation for life. We live on now, saved by an object of God's design or a random occurrence. The way of religion is our savior, we live on now as if the past was a story we tell our children to scare them at night.

We now live on, life without end. But the thought of our past haunts our future.
Sep 2016 · 187
War and Evolution
1938

I was a free man, sitting on a porch, over looking the sunset, with a cup of coffee in my right hand and my left hand over my darling wife. My children playing in the garden, playing in the dirt.  The perfect life as I knew it .A good job, supper each night with my family, our daily prayers together, something I overlooked at the time is now something I crave.  

1944

I lift my head slowly and open my eyes to the sight of tired soldiers, crumpled together in a small aircraft. Waiting to either go home or die in battle. One soldier throws up in front of me, a gross scene that now seems so normal. The aircraft door opens and within seconds, half the soldiers, my friends are dead, blood covers the craft as I run out and see nothing but chaos and destruction. One soldier lays there on the ground, his large glasses full of dirt, he is only 19, he is screaming.  A scream that I will never forget, his holding his stomach and blood flows out like a river on the sand, his inners laying beside him, him still screaming. I look up and see a white flash in front of me.

I hear music, a gentle yet strong tune that carries me as I lean upwards and try to stand, I can't. I wipe my eyes and look. I see red sand in front of me as I can't feel my legs. My Major runs for me and looks at me with a stare of empathy, he knows, he knows i'm not going home. I've never liked to ask God for help but now I pray in silence waiting, waiting to be taken home. Not this honours but in a body bag.
Why are we here?
What is our purpose?
Who created us?

These questions might one day be as common to us as the sun rising or the hours in a day. The answers to some of the most complicated questions could be hidden in the void of a black hole or as plain as the nose on our face. Whichever the case might be, can we handle the reality of these answers, or might they appear as a dream to us. Could they not be what we want or the scary part, might the answers be exactly what we want.

It is a Sunday morning today, I can hear the cars leaving for church, the bells ringing constantly. To make the day seem more memorable to me, as I write this two Jehovah's Witnesses walk up to my front door and ring the bell. I stare as if in shock, but truly I cannot relate to them anymore as I once could. I looked down on them my whole life, they were truly the glue in my family and now I sit without my family, my child to grow up without grandparents.

God?

A person, an idol of fiction and religion. A creature a person would only hear about on a Sunday. Now I find myself staring in the face of my God, questioning the motives on which the universe was created, curious for answers of which my mind cannot compromise.

I stare up at evolution and ask myself why i'm here?

I sit with my wife and child at breakfast, my wife insists we pray before we eat and so we do. I feel a volcano erupt within me as I allow the prayer she is giving to enter my body, my soul and as a virus, consume my mind.
Inspired by tales of the creation of life, as well as the meaning of life.
Aug 2016 · 544
Ode to Tiffany
And then I saw her
Walking down the street
In the famous black dress
Eating her Danish
And drinking her coffee.

Wearing those huge sunglasses
Looking at jewellery
Window shopping at Tiffany’s
Hiding from her past men
Waiting for one man to take her away,

From the world she belongs to.

— The End —