Dark stormy nights Thunderous crystal dreams Sailing on a sea So ravenous and bright With hands made of paper Through the rampage Of tsunamis and heartache Of tears and joy Out came a little girl With hands of paper And a mind of gold Resistant to nothing Yet powerfully pure Paper hands made A paper […]
rusted jars filled
with drugs and dreams
plug in those earphones
shut your eyelids together
I felt a sudden prick near my chest
I recognize the feeling, the dull throb growing
Okay so I know this is long overdue ( but to be fair, I did write it on Jan 1st, just lost the sheet) but here’s a kind of writing piece about the year? I don’t know but yeah.
I loved the feeling of tears behind my eyelids, the exhilarating wind making my hair spread itself like fuzz after laundry, like flames after a fire, like water after a flood. I loved the rain droplets on my head, loved the cold, cold stream of water from that small little nook on the corner of the place off the street.
I jump off the edge
With my hair whirling behind me
Like the wind before a storm
I remember when I sat around playing
With my knuckles like a little child
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