A girl carries two heavy things:
a backpack on her back and a small child in her arms
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
Fog
city that flows so smoothly
into the mist
into the night
land- that fades right out
no senses aware,
no tangible fright
the fog; it consumes the space
and leaves my
consciousness out of sight
the Fog creeps lightly
and leaves toronto
alone in the night.
into the mist
into the night
land- that fades right out
no senses aware,
no tangible fright
the fog; it consumes the space
and leaves my
consciousness out of sight
the Fog creeps lightly
and leaves toronto
alone in the night.
Sunday, 9 November 2014
What the fuck.
My heart is slipping through my fingers like liquid.
No matter how much I try to catch it with my hand it keeps falling through.
I once had thought that the Unknowns were beautiful, mysterious, exciting; but now I realize that all I found beautiful is my imagination and the image in my head of the Great Unknown.
The Great Unknown, the Question Mark.
The lack of knowledge and the frightening and hugely vague.
I hate the feeling now.
I hate the Great Unknown to the pit of my core.
My heart is slipping through my fingers like liquid.
No matter how much I try to catch it with my hand it keeps falling through.
I once had thought that the Unknowns were beautiful, mysterious, exciting; but now I realize that all I found beautiful is my imagination and the image in my head of the Great Unknown.
The Great Unknown, the Question Mark.
The lack of knowledge and the frightening and hugely vague.
I hate the feeling now.
I hate the Great Unknown to the pit of my core.
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