mercoledì 27 luglio 2016


I'm made of another substance.
I'm made of silk.

I slide to caress and let 
myself go.

Falling down I don't do noise,
because I lay me down on myself.
As the fabric does.

Made up of thousands of threads 
sorted in a perfect plot.

I unravel one by one when I want
be different from myself.

sabato 23 luglio 2016

Sikness is all

I don't care about you.
I get sick of you.