M0oranshi

So lovely, lonely as we are, we don't need text to describe there is no need for this poem or rhyme, done, lost and we'll subside. Evaporate, if you will, hah, seems like a funny word, gone is better, but who cares, another blur. Either way. We're together, and, and... and ever so alone... what matters. Pieces of us, broken and scattered. Hey, love, do you mind? I'm sick and crushed and I unwind.

A poem without words, now that sounds perfect. Just raw feeling. Not a bouquet, of letters wrapped up with pretty string, just a tad of this and that, yet presented accordingly, beautifuly, just enough to fit everybody’s taste. A well done experimental dish. Fantastic. I’ve been a poetic romantic piece of shit, I’ve been more than I was and less I’ve been everything and nothing and now I am this. There is a frog sitting in a pot of water that starts to boil and it doesn’t realise until it’s dead. When there are no eyes to be opened, since all that stares back, are empty sockets, mockingly black. There a