June 2010
2 posts
screams perfection
conflicted. I see more than what I want. cutting the surface just to feel [alive] again with skin- like canvas treating late nights like dead poetry reading too deeply into something not worth- looking into and feeling too much for nothing. when the ink stops and tears taste bitter once more will you remember? .no i think not. with the sting of awakening and my skin like canvas- way to cluttered...
