there is this, an unrecognizable feeling
like a question wanting to be asked
but anxious of the answers
a longing, a wanting a solitude refusing to be broken
but expresses itself stubbornly
usurping the moment
a rigor mortis and a birth
colliding and infusing
dividing and dispersing
a coil winded
both urgent and passive
past and becoming
entangled on an intention
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 6:16 AM UTC
there is this, an unrecognizable feeling
like a question wanting to be asked
but anxious of the answers
a longing, a wanting a solitude refusing to be broken
but expresses itself stubbornly
usurping the moment
a rigor mortis and a birth
colliding and infusing
dividing and dispersing
a coil winded
both urgent and passive
past and becoming
entangled on an intention
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