Remix of Pieces of Mind
a day that came, which I wish couldn't be more holy, the sleeper bus, is not what it seems, I feel that happiness doesn't suits me. I'm so tired of song recommendations, from my failed relationships. the beginnings are all what intertwined, with all of my desperation that I did not deserved. my anxiousness are in my notes, of to-do lists and drafted tweets. if you boil a handful of bones while the time flowing out, even marrow can melted and then swallowed. all my exes wives' despite the fuss tried, but cannot hate me, cause I pray for them, they deserve a healed body. every lovepost are scrapped knees, of forgotten hide and seek fun. give me thousands of intuitions, we will comeback to poetry. __ 📷:Auguste Toulmouche, The Reluctant Bride, 1866
