Apr 2014
the cursive clay-graphite goes on
as my heart melts across the sheet of paper.
never ceasing, history repeats - and is forgone
as our bonds seem to turn into vapour.
how many words do i have to write,
so i can exhaust the eraser?
*i'm not a water-slide
as my heart melts across the sheet of paper.
never ceasing, history repeats - and is forgone
as our bonds seem to turn into vapour.
how many words do i have to write,
so i can exhaust the eraser?
*i'm not a water-slide
accept this as an invitation to step outside the dark ruins of my mind. you know who you are.
