joi, 20 septembrie 2012


the same things,twisted and turned into
bittersweet memories.
the same things,drowning in coffee and surrounded by whiskers
beneath the sun's gleaming beams.
the same things,covered in stories and dirt
under water's steaming horizon.
the same things,written in ink and spread across
lands,languages and lips.
the same things,dominated by reason,but released
by outbursts of emotion and belief.
the same things,dying in gold and sparkling
for eyes unaware of their inglorious decay.
the same things,masked by guitars and beats
that match heart's tormented trip.
the same things,boiling in blood and resurfacing
through transparent streams.
the same things,holding on to now and hoping
time won't let this world collapse.
the same things,the same old things...

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