Blog PostsFriends | I don't want to feel these walls.I live down this corridorwhere lights flicker every time, I try to breathe. At the end, a blank door where I hope to paint her across the layers of wood. trying to keep this place from going under. this light will give out the bulb will fall to the ground and shatter. as I get close to the door it feels warm and the knob burns my hand. the other-side, unattainable. It feels dark here because I allow you to siphon out my heart. even in somber times color resides where I hope her voice to lay, but that goes to the jury and the panel judges it “not for now.” Holding out my arm for a mediocre selfie. Smiling for the camera: Click. Flash. Capture. Look beautiful again, with that half-broken smile. zbittersweetz: Beautiful 5 years ago • Report 0 |