Tags Dissociation
Home is where the blue livesA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I can't go home.He says: "Why don't you justgo home for the day?" but home is wherethe blue lives.As blue does, as the ocean may:it suffocates.Though .. |
A father doesn't have eyesA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I thought we spoke the same language.I thoughtwe wore the same eyes, buta father doesn't have eyes.There has never been anything for him to look atand.. |
heartbeat thiefA Poem by patchwork.boystuck like pastewith my heavy frameweighing on the lidsscrewed on blurry becameweights fallingpiano off a buildingheld by balloonsfloating in gildingf.. |
On God's Cold ShoulderA Story by AEIf he died that night, then he died alone. |