therefore the future is lonely
and since the present sucks,
well, I write to color my life
And I was painting one day
early afternoon, winter in Sammamish
when your beauty tripped my eyes
I then walked towards you
but more like making a new path
it was like living my Calvary
like walking naked
like Lennon and Yoko
through a field of blackberries
and yet,
your eyes made it seem
as if I was walking on water
Soon enough
I woke up in a marathon
and things that I usually do without thinking
now are a superhuman task
Yes, yes, again the same story
with a different face
but as long as I can keep on bleeding
as long as I can keep on writing
as long as I can keep on loving
and as long as I can keep on crying
and being vulnerable to beauty and love
then that means that I can keep on living
and reinventing myself
Ouroboros
over, and over, again
I opened myself to you
you reached and took my heart out
mopped the floor with it
and fed it to the dog
please don't come walking over a path of excuses
this stain, doesn't wash away
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