Tuesday, April 22, 2014


"Your eyelids hide again, and both of your iris stare at me, the horizon of the sun caresses your cheeks gently as you smile. The weather is cold. The water isn't. I dip my hands in. Your tears pour, making the waves dance me away. The weather is cold. The water isn't. I breathe darkness, you give me lights. The blue is all over my legs. The more you cry, the farther the sail me away. Your tears just like waterfalls deep in the sea, it lets the surface fall to the infinite stillness. The weather is cold, the water isn't. You give me light, while I breathe darkness. You're evil. I am more evil. You are supposed to be me, while, I am supposed to be any."

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