Friday, February 14, 2014

Tired

It´s been fifteen days.
Day in and day out, it´s all the same.
I´m dying.
I´ve been dying for so long.
Slowly whitering wihout fading away.
If it´d only be a way to match my inside with my outside
The shell of caring hands, loving thoughts keep the dust of my life in shape,
As if I lived, as I breath without breathing
I wanna cry my life and exhale my blood,
For it to go back above, for it to go back to the ground

1 comment:

  1. That second to last line was intense and vivid and just the perfect expression of what I imagine it feels like-- :(

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