anyone out there who reads what i write? anyone? someone who understands or even cares? hello?
☯ HUNTING UNICORNS ☯
It’s late but i don’t feel like sleeping.
The cracks on my walls whisper truths in my ears only they have heard and seen.
Sounds sound more like human voices unfamiliar to me.
Coffee stains on my sheets and books opened in random pages.
What have i been reading? What have i been drinking?
Clock is frozen 4:56 , a dozen of grey roses.
Little dots on my skin, sinking ships in my sink.
Nails scratching on my door, carving names and telephones.
this is just…WOW