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Nightmare From The Slumber
written on Thursday, 24 April 2014 @ 09:11 ✈

To wake up realizing I fell asleep,
is a nightmare that continues from the slumber.
I dragged myself up and fished out my notebook in the bed of pillows...
My mascara smeared as if I have been a hysterical girl crying away eye makeup
In some despair scenes of Lana Del Rey's music video.
I tried to convince myself that I do not have to wash my hair tonight.
But now my hair is wrapped in the towel.

Now, I have to eat my books.

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Echoes in the Sand
written on Wednesday, 23 April 2014 @ 08:02 ✈

The door slammed.
They went without me.
Maybe they did not see me.
The giggles told me otherwise.

Soot in my face.
I wanted to chase.
But the smirk on the side view mirror has killed my legs.

Now, I sail my heart out in a small boat.
And if it does not sink,
May it be washed onto the shore.
So the sand can bury both the Echoes and my heart.

Then I can have an excuse,
I can tell them I have gone to the beach.

So much love I have brought.
Filled my every little cells with happiness and anticipation.
Without knowing all I will get is soot in my face.

Why didn't the sand bury me whole?
All I need is a hole to take me in.

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Black Habit
written on Sunday, 27 January 2013 @ 03:44 ✈

Black Habit


Underground Mode

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