Last night I had this terrestrial rock on me. It was as though a cloud of heavy mist, blocking every single thing. Can’t explain it, just felt heavy. It’s not about work, not about exams. Maybe are those words. Maybe should go unleash a little. Should clear things, should remind myself about directions and care about bilingual ethics more. Yea, these are the things I like doing. I don’t wanna loose my ethics, I don’t wanna loose myself again.
I just wanna drive home with my tarantula by my side,
through South-East,
with greens and heavy winds.
Dream to have the cowboy hat on me,
Extinguishing the desert sun,
As a betrothed punishment
Towards the day after.
One after another station
Going by, gone.
What I saw was like a filmstrip,
What am I seeing?
Not road.
Oh, what the hell..
Come beam on me
Because I am not afraid.
Because I am heading my way.
Oh, what the hell..
Come beam on me
Because I am not afraid.
Because I am heading my way.
posted by fern at
17:43
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