I polish my nails each a different color
Hoping that this would add some colors to my soul
I cut my hair, each day a bit shorter
Hoping that this would cut out the dark feelings inside
I wear hippie cloths and walk bare feet
Hoping that this would prove my existence
In a world that is turning colorless, feeling-less and cold
I reach out to you, hug you till it hurts
Hoping that this would show you I still feel
I grab you, grasp you till you suffocate
Hoping that afterwards I will be the one to make you breathe
And then, I will go back to polishing my nails,
Cutting my hair and trying on different cloths,
And then, I will write about it on my blog.
And then, I will read it emotively the day after
Trying to recollect the facts that triggered this flow of emotions.
I write to remember.
couple of advance blurbs (plus one) - These apply to the book *forever Emma *forthcoming from Craig Podmore's Antiseptic Press at the end of this godforsaken summer. Check the link out, you can ...
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