It's almost
like a brief walk in the sea:
The way salty water
splashes within eyes,
or the bitter sickness
thundering through the throat
when swallowing it.
(though that metaphor
got lost in translation).
This perseverance of modern love
muted my music,
blurred the bright red
of 3.28AM upon the nightstand
and soaked the pillow
where I drown my dreams.
I'm too damn near parenthesis
but you don't have a clue anyway.
(and I'm afraid to blink).


This is just beyond mere words!!! I am speechless....Truly this is just gorgeous!! The bitterness as well as the pain just grips the reader by the throat and refuses to let go!! I am in awe....



you took it and made something out of what you felt by telling me you've only ever known bitter goodbyes,
I really love the way you write, and what comes out of it
13 old applause
