new way
and my brain endings are tangled again..what kind of comb should I use now to make them return at their old form? What about the missing teeth in a distort mouth smiling with a fake smile? I colored my hair, my nails, my thoughts.. let there be a freaking rainbow..I can only breath it.. deep in my tired lungs..colors and a smoking cigarette.. trembling fingers are playing with shapes .. I broke the ropes that were holding my arms today .. And now I am all by myself.. I handcuffed all bad thoughts in a playful look. One is just more than enough.
My clouds are still crying wishes, but I no longer hide them under my pillow. I pour other them the hole earth..I am waiting for my tree to grow, to be plane and full. I need colors to cover my darkness, like a blanket placed on my soul.
-right here. put your head in my balance groove and inhale all my skin
-you’re too much sometimes..
