my nerves are full of fire
but my hands are paralyzed.
my imagination is transforming into shapes
that do not exist yet,
but it is locked behind my eyes,
refusing to be exteriorised.
my feelings colour my heart,
pumping stardust in my blood,
making my whole existence
go mad.
yet,
I'm emotionless.
-May Colde
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 5:58 AM UTC
my nerves are full of fire
but my hands are paralyzed.
my imagination is transforming into shapes
that do not exist yet,
but it is locked behind my eyes,
refusing to be exteriorised.
my feelings colour my heart,
pumping stardust in my blood,
making my whole existence
go mad.
yet,
I'm emotionless.
-May Colde
