Saturday, 29 January 2011

afluxior


i want to do great things and expect nothing in return. i really fucking do. i have tried, and i do, and i don't. i write this down, because words for me have always stood strong, to the extent that i wouldn't speak. or, they take guilt and flight.

i am in the flux, my feet unstuck the mud, testing my pages in the water.

i need the guilt, i need the flight!

i need the guilt, i need the flight.

No comments:

Post a Comment