everything I've done keeps me up at night, walking through the gallery hallways of my mind
-s's.
-s’s.
-s’s.
Arrow for precision
strike once into a fool so blue
wind chimes break all the silence left in you
you're dangling now, barely even breathing now,
no life left to fight for, but you notice the clouds
start to shine, and angels single you out
air rushing inside you, wind, cold and white
Is it a dream, or might I finally know now?
now I just might.
if you ever were the real deal
Then I would have known it by now
Your nightmare, it will haunt
Never seemed like me, never indeed
one lifeless dream, one breath ceased, empty
I seem paranormal to you. it only hurts on days when I see your friends come passing by and I will talk like everything is alright but nothing good really comes out then it happens and their petty words turn to fable, all of the rumors that I heard come true a day or two later
-s's.
Motaz is 93% there to reach his gofundme goal
-you are.
I can twist what I see of you,
attach myself to
a detached empathy warfare life
my weapon of choice is a dream I can turn you into
you are a spaceship way up high
blinking rudely at night
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
-s’s.
-s's.