Wednesday, 2 March 2016

astronaut

for what i would do to have my
blank canvas bones painted
skin once again; freedom of
these metal inked chains
greened with despair and
withering pain. i separated me
from you so long ago and
i am sorry... im so sorry that
i never needed you before i said
i am sorry. 
because once i have declared you
i have already missed believing 
me; i am an astronaut bleeding 
downwards. 


preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback  tears out of idle pen hands,  and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...