Day 69 – deformingĀ 

Images stack randomly flapping by the breeze of my thoughts; faces with forgotten names, names with fading faces, moments with no track number, shameless hopes, forbidden desires, bundle of happiness, past forward anger…

and dust thicken inside…

yet i still refuse to go down on my knee

to make my cry.



Day 68 – Gravity holds

i know i have been holding on nothing but the grains of shadow of happiness, temporary, floating in the air, it doesnt hold me from falling. But i know too, i am not really falling, the orbit is just taking me closer to the light; it petrifies me, makes me visible. Everything i see, under the light, saddens me. 

I know, this too, is temporary.