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I drink coffee like water and I still never know what to say. I still don’t know how to get out of bed half the time. It is not pretty or endearing. I whisper you secrets, I am still looking to be saved, sometimes I am so weak, sometimes I am so strong. Here you go, I will give you everything for one more chance.

A thousand butterflies surrounding some kind of deep and intense feeling, something genuine and unpredictable. Upside down and counter-clockwise. Balance is a virtue. Stricken suddenly and strongly by a harsh cotton-made pound, unbelievable. I ask incessantly for an explanation, but all I am able to hear is a familiar noise. Metronomic, constant and familiar.

My heart is ugly, but it could be all yours.



Posted 3 years ago.