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sanch kay Jul 2015
and the sheer beauty of life is,
even as you live,
you *die.
(what they really mean when they say that life is 'short'.)
sanch kay Jul 2015
what if we're just
disembodied hands
clawing at a smokescreen
*the illusion never shatters.
:(
sanch kay Jul 2015
trapped between
what I see
and
what I want to see,
I blink.

*and there you stand.
in every dream I see you one step closer, one step further. always there.
sanch kay Jul 2015
locked between land, skies and sea
the rhythms of the world call out to me.
i really, really, really want to take off to the mountains with my best friend.
sanch kay Jul 2015
i like how
the corners of your lips twist upwards
when your eyes settle on my bare thighs
peeking through torn jeans.
one look
two smiles
three words;

i come undone.
finding joy in the smallest of things.
sanch kay Jul 2015
so many kinds of writers;
some with stars in their eyes and
souls on their sleeves;
some, with stony stares
and a voice that thrives in silence.
a result of observations :)
sanch kay Jul 2015
no one really forgets
what hands look like
dripping in red.
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