Cross legged on deserted asphalt.
Imprints on my legs.
Nothing but glitter,
Against a cold black sky,
and a silence of broken bottles.
For once in months I think
nothing.
My mind as quiet, and numb as the glass.
While my thoughts never end,
never stop screaming,
Silence was the answer.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 3:21 AM UTC
Cross legged on deserted asphalt.
Imprints on my legs.
Nothing but glitter,
Against a cold black sky,
and a silence of broken bottles.
For once in months I think
nothing.
My mind as quiet, and numb as the glass.
While my thoughts never end,
never stop screaming,
Silence was the answer.
