I lurk still in the thin veins of cold granite we hid in.
It is salt that catches the light.
Neon floods blind hooded crystal balls.
Snow shifts, settles on dry grass and dreams.
I tasted ice. My tongue stuck. It hurts to pull.
Candy is more like nanny. But far to sweet.
So I dipped my thumb in purple ink.
And sucked.
It is salt that catches the light.
Neon floods blind hooded crystal balls.
Snow shifts, settles on dry grass and dreams.
I tasted ice. My tongue stuck. It hurts to pull.
Candy is more like nanny. But far to sweet.
So I dipped my thumb in purple ink.
And sucked.
i couldn't understand a thing, blame work on tiring me out. i do understand the concept of the name though. toothache.
ReplyDeletethere are some pains that are psychological. some that are physical. but toothache is both!! :(
Some points are better missed.
Deletenothing is better missed. its just the time that defines the right or wrong. philosophically.
DeleteHaha! Believe me. Somethings are definitely better missed!
DeleteMaybe somethings are better missed. but isnt there that saying? what doesnt kill you only makes you stronger?
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