distant and hollow falling into my Self
a moment of crisis, the clouds that appear
a rain that falls into the pit of my stomagh.
Selfish impulses rush in my blood;
the world through new eyes.
Where did my heart go? Where did my heart go?
Monday, September 13, 2010
Today instead of eating lunch, I went to my bedroom to write to you.
my limbs fall heavy onto you, my lonely angel
distant and hollow falling into my Self
a moment of crisis, the clouds that appear
a rain that falls into the pit of my stomagh.
Selfish impulses rush in my blood;
the world through new eyes.
Where did my heart go? Where did my heart go?
distant and hollow falling into my Self
a moment of crisis, the clouds that appear
a rain that falls into the pit of my stomagh.
Selfish impulses rush in my blood;
the world through new eyes.
Where did my heart go? Where did my heart go?
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- Guerrilla Libre
- This is literally my internet notebook. My thoughts at the moment, the words that come straight from my brain to my fingertips tapping on the keyboard to you.
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