
twenty-three.
wreckless.

title: i want to be settled. as i looked to the left and to the right of the traffic, all i saw were places we've been.
and i all i felt was full off bliss, with a sudden sidekick of a needle through the heart. slow, steadily painful. intentional accident. art it is to you, to watch the smile to fade. art it is to you, to think, i feel nothing now.. but alas you know i am little bit more puzzled. loathe my heart for leaving that space, for nothing but truth. now you speak. |