Sometimes I just don't know who you were or what holes of my memory should I fill you in.
It irritates my skin and scratches my throat.
How much did I love you for you to be this absent, to be ghost-like, almost flesh and bones that never were.
Yes, I'm grieving inside, but I love you even if I can't remember you.
I miss you.
You could make me bald, make me skinless, make me boneless, make me ****. You could shape me in molds of your choice, you could take out my eyeballs and my vocal chords. You could damage me whole and think you have won but you can never stop me from dancing - this is where I reign.
May you take
And give back as
Abundantly as we deserve.
... You're alone in the jungle.
Don't wait, don't wish, you'll be deceived.
If you see a prey, attack.
The Lion Eats Tonight.
November rocks me to sleep and on every 1st of December, I wake up at 5 a.m. with a skin scarred by light that turns into fire and warms up my winter flowers... Well, I guess everything changes.
Everyone is a little of something and a lot of something else.
"Tickle me! Tickle me!" says the sky,
And the wind plays with my hair.