I stopped writing, that is.
I wrote two poems last week.
Effortless.
Joy, I felt.
Headaches returned, tho.
Making and creating new relationships
while fucking up others.
Yo-yo, anyone?
Long Ambients 2 by Moby semi-ease the mind.
Vibrations reverberate through my brain matter.
Really, that's how Moby works his magic.
In the air, randomness floats.
I light candles to ward off whatever is out there.
I'm dreaming again in vivid and detailed images.
Nightmares?
Oh, there comin'!
It's all in the cards, you now.
Ask the right question.
Get what's coming to you.
-- (c)deyanira.
I wrote two poems last week.
Effortless.
Joy, I felt.
Headaches returned, tho.
Making and creating new relationships
while fucking up others.
Yo-yo, anyone?
Long Ambients 2 by Moby semi-ease the mind.
Vibrations reverberate through my brain matter.
Really, that's how Moby works his magic.
In the air, randomness floats.
I light candles to ward off whatever is out there.
I'm dreaming again in vivid and detailed images.
Nightmares?
Oh, there comin'!
It's all in the cards, you now.
Ask the right question.
Get what's coming to you.
-- (c)deyanira.
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