Nova Friburgo Kniceley: crestsidestunna she came first i came last roll the grass
The threads keeping me together are slowly de-taching and my seams are unwinding and I have nothing within to expose. All that exhuasts are dark ashes, re-filling the air in an array of strands and weave aimlessly and just as I feel, unnoticed back into thin air. Still I seem to try to pull the thread together, seam back the loose ends, re-fill myself with life, although knowing, ghost fill the empty doll. So I lead a self-destructive path, mindlessly searching for whatever settles my mind for the night in hopes to wake up fulfilled. I'm afraid I'm starting to lose my shimmer, my luster of life, where did I diverge from my path. My mind is losing this battle of wits to untamed emotions and I am nor victor in the end. So please undue my threads and rip seams, fill me with your desire and ambitions, put the life back into me.
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