to become a trace of something or otherwise at the painted door or collapsing cathedral
a wisp of shredded photos flailing in the wind
Eastern shrines dedicated to
a sigh, a smile, a stranger
half-written confessions shrivelling under the sunlight
i remember passing over to be remembered, but slipping on uncommon ground
a flickering absence
You know, you have a way with words. I mean like this was really good! Do you write poems or something?
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ReplyDeleteI love writing and I love words. What I try to do is take a feeling and resuscitate it through words by turning it to an image or images.
Once upon a time, I had always wanted to be a poet, perhaps one day in the future I'll take it up again.
I do agree with normal.is.overrated.
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