I will make you cry tears of blood. Get ready to be depressed.
Dance in the Full Moon
O, the Frailty of Memory
Sunday, August 5, 2012
8.5
I'm broken; my main motivator snapped off sometime in the night. I've been drifting, cold, in the black. Hours later, you find me and call me yours, take me home, patch me up, soothe my wounds.
To be completely honest, this piece is like the monochromatic movement in abstract expressionism. I don't remember why I wrote it or what mood I was in. It's just a rectangle of deep purple.
I like this. Somehow large bodies of water and potential just get to me.
ReplyDeleteTo be completely honest, this piece is like the monochromatic movement in abstract expressionism. I don't remember why I wrote it or what mood I was in. It's just a rectangle of deep purple.
ReplyDeleteHaha, purple.
ReplyDeletePurple means things to me now that you likely never intended it to mean because we used it as a metaphor at camp.
Girls are red. Boys are blue.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a poem.
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