The sun rises in the occident
and I feel a little bit lost.
What happened to me? I
do not know.
What happened to you? I
do not know either.
I know that I desperately need a
shower, to wash off all this grease
from my extensions which feel like
streets.
I know that I grow old
sitting on my toilet but that Im not
going to die here, eyes on my
notepad or book or laptop.
I know that the rising of the sun
should mean something to me,
but is it my fault if it doesn’t?
Sometimes I see the wind fleeing
through the leaves which catches
my gaze and makes me sigh.
Oh god I need to make love to you.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
The sun rises in the occident
and I feel a little bit lost.
What happened to me? I
do not know.
What happened to you? I
do not know either.
I know that I desperately need a
shower, to wash off all this grease
from my extensions which feel like
streets.
I know that I grow old
sitting on my toilet but that Im not
going to die here, eyes on my
notepad or book or laptop.
I know that the rising of the sun
should mean something to me,
but is it my fault if it doesn’t?
Sometimes I see the wind fleeing
through the leaves which catches
my gaze and makes me sigh.
Oh god I need to make love to you.