When you sit in front of the glass
and the water reflects your face...
Colorless mood and vague clouds
an emptiness rings loud...
Go quietly then you'll find no barking,
sneak from hill to ditch eyes lowered...
All you should think about
is the pressure...
I'm thinking
of stars that shine...
It started as a vivacious blue flicker
dancing on the tip of a match...
I want the world to consist less
of headaches, of less collars that suffocate...
Under a moon covered haze
I gaze, as mist anoints...
I had a family once.
Only a child...
2014-11-03 03:08 AM
I am a ghost, living in a stolen body...
Would you hear me if
I wrote my thoughts in red? Would...
I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes...