#li.t

oh, love, she’s an icarus, someone who’s flying too close to the sun and now her wings are melting and you’re running around trying to pick up the lonely remnants of what used to be. when she fell she hit her head and she hasn’t been quite the same ever since

their first bite made of silver makes the red leak. their secound bite makes the soft velvet show from underneath its porcelain cover. their third bite is made of hands cracking it further open and digging deeper into softness. their fourth bite is made of black strings and silvery teeth pricking tender marble.

he takes a drag of his cigarette and says ‘im tired of this’. smoke fills the distance between us and my breath catches in my throat, i dare not ask him what he means. he makes a gesture with the almost finished cigarette. its an offer for me to take it. 'what are you tired of?’ i finally ask, and i watch his lips part for a smile as i take the stick. he gives up a broken laugh and answers. 'everything.’

blooming flowers, sweet dreams of the smile you gave, like a crescent moon. its singing me the quietest lullaby, soft sounds, like petals, and the roses in my head are calmer. the midnight air is fresh and warmer than ever. thick dark grey clouds are closing the heat in, but its okey, cause we never minded the rain, falling like tears when we cried of joy. you were always kind, but i dont have any time left to be the centre of it. when the rain stopped, you left with a promise of returning.

write about me you said, smiling a new moon and stars in the wrinkles at your eyes. i said, i dont write beautiful things, but ill do my best, staring at into your universe, the very own solar system in your eyes. i couldnt breathe right the whole day after that. silver, and onyx. hair dyed into something unspeakably astounding. flabbergasting, existing for people to look, but not touch. electric eyes and a dewy personality. the opposite of everything ive ever known.

a violent knee jerk reaction, kicking hitting, fighting to survive in the form of ruining myself and everyone around me. unfortunately i was born but i didnt choose it, and my free will has always mattered a lot to me, or at least i claim it does perhaps i just want to feel alive or at least like im not dying every secound of every goddamn day

a breathtaking moment of Non existence and questioning; am I real? the stars says no but the wind says Yes The same question rolls off the tip of a tongue, when there no longer is any wind; do I really Exist? the burning of Fire says no There is nothing to prove it Wrong