end of the road fortified walls doors shut be strong hands tied legs broken throat dry eyes blind be brave don’t weep laugh it off be alive.
goldfish memory
welcome to my goldfish memory!
welcome to my goldfish memory!
welcome to my goldfish memory.
damn, i don’t feel too well.
art by ken wong – mistaken identity (www.kenart.net)
wind
mercilessly beating the trees whirlpools of leaves in devilish dance tugging at my skirt debris hitting my face i'm hoping the gravitational pull of the earth will not let go of me
the struggle is real
my fingers are like stones
…that makes no sense.
but it does make a sentence!
hahaha
i laughed out loud.
too slow
can you feel the electricity?
the tension? desire?
the lust, the love…
the missed opportunity
love
how deep can we fall
how dark can we become
for something so pure
blank page
glaring at me
laughing at me
i’m fighting with it
but its whiteness blinds me
nrml
i don’t know what’s normal is.
stop accusing me!
eye candy
you are like candy floss.
lot of fluff
and no substance
love
we used to exchange bodily fluids.
until he started to exchange his with someone else.
Eva Marasca 