Sta.sh
Put my face into the sink again today.
The rushing water filled
the basin and spilled onto the
floor, my hands, my knees.
Soaked hair floated around
my eyes, and I was speaking to the drain
God God God.
the bubbles birth the screams to
the surface.
There is divine music in the world they say.
a harmony of chaos
a timbre in the rustle
a pitch in the despair
an orchestra in the raincloud's (de)cadance.
Yet, there is a song in me that only you can hear
and find the dawn in.
A suicidal soloist who screams
fuck you, and jumps, as
one heretic leaf falls to the ground
and cuts the music with a crack,
alla breve.
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thank you....
and thank you
in one moment.
and
also for the watch.
it makes me happy.
this is only ashes i assure you.
but one day i will learn dance
and then there will be nothing left.
There's a light in you platoon
I never seen a light move like yours can do to me
So now I'm wishing For my best impression
of my best Angie Dickinson
But now I've got to worry cuz boy you still look pretty to me
But I've got a place to go
I've got a ticket to your late show
And now I'm worrying cause even still
You sure are pretty
When you're putting the damage on"
How soft it all is.
And how sharply it ends.
now i
wonder
were did those
words
come from and how
are they now on my front porch?
thank the trees for this gift of leaves.
-i like the red ones personally.
tori amos.
who else?
Unthank the trees and go to the dendrophiliac.
definately
ive got an arabic exam tomorrow morning.
i hope i dont fail.
i know these things.