the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Friday, November 20, 2009


The world spins so madly,
I feel that I am already dead.
There's a lightness in my head
And everything that was said
Is muffled with a ring,
A stinging high pitch
That will be thrown in the ditch
With all my dirty dishes,
Put them into the ground.
This body is an anchor,
It drags the soul,

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