sometimes i can feel it;
sometimes i can even see it;
my heart fall from my chest and shatter itself at my feet.
clamored and scattered across the dark cement.
so there i am left.
gaping hole;
frozen face;
the most important piece of my body
gone
missing.
Artist
- karatroglin
- among diamond trees
- I love beauty. And there's this solid brick of words of experience, stuck in my head. I want to write on it, somehow dissolve the mass, but I don't know where to start. Everything here is calm, aside from that. Just some little lady spilling stories and poems from personal enlightening moments in space & time.
