Through edges, I I wish to get in heart.
We break off arteries, we exhaust blood.,
mixing the paints with a rain
I draw a geometrical composition at windows of freedom.
Spreading, blurring
in the different parties, you will pass
pair meters and will fail.
The paint will not have time to dry up,
I shall dilute it again with a rain.
Blood will have time to turn to ashes.
Pure air, a drop of a life in veins.
Nervous, do u believe me?
Think, think, think, shout, break off, find the purpose somewhere in between.
It is always heavy to look, how
- Mood:
Yearning - Listening to: scary kids scaring kids
- Drinking: Tea