It’s the middle of the day, and I am drunk. Without a drop of Alcohol, not a smell of any Wine. The sense of being sober completely give in once I have him in mind.
I’ve found myself miss you a lot today.
I thought I heard the gunfire, the deep crack on his smile, I thought I saw it, when the bullet took the temperature away from him, I can feel, my earth is crashing down.
You’re the best dream I’ve ever had.
Be not afraid of the Death, he said, we’re born to be ruined. They would curse you for the leaving, but what can they do – to **** you again after you died? He grined, with tears in his eyes.
Contagious, contagious, contagious…
I am writing a Series Poetry about " the 27 Club " people.
And of all, Kurt Cobain is the one I feel Connected the most.