leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless
of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.
Friday, 24 February 2012
february has been a oneric month. some parts have made me deliriously happy, but most of my minutes have been spent in a nightmarish cold sweat.
the other day i thought i might die. still my body remains defiantly alive.
how long will you lie there so speechless?
you are worrysome, but the longer you take to snap out of it,
the less i tend to care.
sometimes i'm just afraid of you.
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