athazagoraphobia

Mehr Äpfel und mehr Würmer

If I were the appleinnocently clinging to thekinky branches you were the wormmalicious creeping up to the leavesscrabble about a place to stay If I were the appledangling there with no ideadreaming of far better days you were the wormnoshing on my paring calmmaking your way to my inner If I were the applesearching for the troubleshootcast about the disastrous spot you were the wormfinding yourself homeinside your applecave If I were the applebroken-heartedscreeching from this achy black leakage you were the wormfinding yourself being happywith everything you took from mewith every single apple nip If I were the applesubtle…

02/2010

“whatthefuck?”

stupidly i see the particles of our connection waving away with the winddrowning in the darkness of our mindsif they could reach the paper they would spit out all the untold stories, all the unsaid wordsif only i could catch them and bring them back to the tip of our toungs but they came to nothing –and we are silent selfwritten

01/2010

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sleeping is something so deeply, something people know barely a thing about. it’s something so personal, you can hardly guess what your mind wants you to tell with these pieces circeling in your dreams. sometimes it gives you a smile on the face and sometimes you are just get the feeling you are running backwars the whole day. it is creepy, it is scary. but i love to sleep, and i love having dreams. I’m awake It was a half bad dream That was way too long My whole life it seemed That someone started digging me up Turned my…

01/2010