#addiiction

It happens almost instantly and I find myself riding the come up A quiet warmth slowly crawls along my body And my mind forgets anything that it was thinking about

we both know it was you It’ fucking always is

My eyes turn up, showing just the whites and I’m drifting deeper into the abyss I’ve been this low before, and I will be again and I’m hoping this is the last time

I’m hoping I don’t wake up this time I’m praying that I can stop

The room is a dimly lit womb and as I fall into sleep I swear to everything I am that I can hear my mother’s heartbeat

She’s terrified that I’m going to die Just as much as I am that I’m still alive

I never wanted to turn out like this I had dreams that I was going to chase But I got winded on the first steps and now I don’t think about the future

Le Black

I can not help myself and not to tell you about my latest addiction to black, my obsession, my inspirational  aspiration and my weakness to its boundless absrtactionism. Black, enticing and seducing, the colour of innocence, leading to anywhere but to nowhere. Black is the colour to feel and wear, colour of colours, the most colourful embracing all the others at once which made it to density, to the black.