If I could sort out, I have already sorted. If I could dive down, I had done. Sometimes I am so agitated, but things would pass me by, as just time. Bear it insolence, disputes, perfunctory in every damn thing. When we live, we want too much. When we die, nothing is in the coffin except the corpse.
What am I tonight?
What are you staring at?
Of what prominence are you?
If I wish, I wish to take it all. Though, what I crave is not at all what I wish for. What I truly want is what I crave for.
And if relentlessly I am tired and fucked up, I will just go to sleep. Tomorrow’s daylight will create my silhouette right again.
Do I sound crumpled? Actually I am not. Haha.
posted by fern at
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