subject: heart
time: 10:19pm
music: akustatik - oag
mood: so sick! (haha! no pun intended)

love and mascara

i can see down this blind alley, of foreign words prejudice. my hands can feel the shadows mark, in solid steps of one. no, three. deflated breathes stirs my hair and acrid hours fill my palm. i'd have recognised it anywhere. dont think i havent been here before.

i can sense heartcrushes of dormant dread regret. my skin touches the petticoats of flowers long since dead. solemn bright sides in the air and a vengeanceful of evening prayers. i'd have recognised it anywhere. dont think i havent been here before.

yet in the end, it's the me in me who sees nothing in the darkest hours except the strength of a muse. so that when the walk is through, my heart would stretch like paint in the rain but remember this: dont think we havent been here before.