07.02.2017
watching planes
Asses to the ground watching planes go by, ships sitting still while the water gently rolls on and off the cemented blocks that are filled with trash, the stench of which has harboured a spot in our olfactory senses, unwelcome but persistent.
I let the days go by with a curious detachment, feeling things I shouldn't, wanting but not moving. There is a helpless flame somewhere in the middle of my chest, tiny but strong and i wonder how long it'll hold up, it better though, i like it, it keeps me company.
I let the days go by with a curious detachment, feeling things I shouldn't, wanting but not moving. There is a helpless flame somewhere in the middle of my chest, tiny but strong and i wonder how long it'll hold up, it better though, i like it, it keeps me company.