photographs of people some I can’t remember some I would rather forget some… I will forever miss if I could do it all over again I would and I wouldn’t change a thing … not because it was perfect (it wasn’t) not because I didn’t fuck up (I most definitely did) but because all those things… led me to you and it’s you – I have been waiting my whole life for.
lovers you look empty the love might just change like lies
the changes catch unborn truth the voices speak just like you the trace of silence was real with this feeling from the last moment without knowing all you need the lonely -after hour anxiety some little bugs eat you ask one question and hide before it can get to you
child distract him absolutely invisible there were cries waiting for the night the scent collects but here this idea comes and you need sleep and affection so here it gets lost the only fatality made forgetting more melancholy not sudden and nothing happened this sinking evil illusion life disappears the voice here never existed this false face tears softly and challenges the real
all eyes had felt your denial this useless existence away with the night
you who come from the dark- unusual into this light- strange your love was enough above the sky you can see that this is the end whispering time hear the word hear our language a sudden taste of mystic too many must look not dwell under the fall without the curtain glow like you
purple would have understood the holding hand the mouth both interested and obsessed for you the black was still light this face and soul the same everything around you faded and remained
slippery love shake you out out out this was absolutely different your heart vibrations smile flames from the body will not be tamed they are beautiful lovely but cursed as you find them new meaning I’ll remind you of my kisses and continue life mute
Universal TruthNeedles and Pins Locked out from love Art by kyoko cole Love lost Studio of death Happy Kissmas!!!Circle Girl Colors Ashes to Ashes Friends forever Booze + magnets = poetry magic Downtown brion
'He may start off discussing intellectual and technological issues, but give him a few months and he'll be talking about his cats like everybody else' - Neil Gaiman
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