If we are mirrored in a
parallel universe...
O Sailor!
It’s the way I want to be...
Clouds; collude for a stormy charade
thunder; echoes a grumbled demise...
There's a spot on the wall
Small and dark, just one...
Like being caught out in the rain
I was soaked; in pitiless shame...
and in that moment
the old polish man...
I don't know what is life
I don't know what is right or what is wrong...
And who would I have been had I stayed
Would I have tasted the same happiness...
Literature is like a cool shower
It can make a man it's lover...
I could awaken in a hull of nothing.
I could be an understated woman...
What is the point of this
hollow bleak existence...
Fold the paper
Corner to corner...