1.10.2015 | 00:26
Life at the periphery
Some things, once you've loved them become yours forever. And if you try to let them go, they only circle back and return to you. They become part of who you are or they destroy you. Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.Lie to the worldConfess to yourselfBreath your artProclaim your madnessFree your mindGive birth to the limitlessDon't be cool just burnDine your divine coreHave your heart brokenDon't mind the the gap between the train and the platformImagine living on the edgeEverything diesI only asked for youThat love shit makes me sick
