FOUR08.12.2015
one which that is real, one which that is you, you that is staggering, you which is wild, you who has learned to hide. you that stand cold for your flames to the earth you sacrificed, you with the romping heart, you which cannot breathe. you with fragile bone, you with the screams that your skulk cannot hold, you with your clean shoulders, you with the quite mouth, all the words held back in ferocious struggles, ragging inside your shivering spine. you with those forsaken eyes, you which cannot hold yourself still, you with uncertain philosophies tattooed into your skin, you who are tapping into your thigh, trying to look for courage. you which is tired of not existing in more than one infinite destinies. which are you? what else are you hiding? you that is real is not reality anymore.
one which that is real, one which that is you, you that is staggering, you which is wild, you who has learned to hide. you that stand cold for your flames to the earth you sacrificed, you with the romping heart, you which cannot breathe. you with fragile bone, you with the screams that your skulk cannot hold, you with your clean shoulders, you with the quite mouth, all the words held back in ferocious struggles, ragging inside your shivering spine. you with those forsaken eyes, you which cannot hold yourself still, you with uncertain philosophies tattooed into your skin, you who are tapping into your thigh, trying to look for courage. you which is tired of not existing in more than one infinite destinies. which are you? what else are you hiding? you that is real is not reality anymore.