Waking to violins and gentle tapping. Lights whispers in my ear to free my curiosity, the only thing thats missing. Sleeping of tired poems upon words. Something about breath hugs thoughts. The way they try to be gentle even in an attempt to provoke. Moving the edges of the mouth to fix a broken smile. The curves lines, the ends of my mind and move the impossible. Something to cherish and maybe even something to live for.
Singing silence / soft chaos
· Sat Jun 07, 2014 @ 06:46am · 0 Comments