Game of Laplace
Aug 29, 2017 · 1 min read
Let them talk
Paper Relationships
Let’s make it difficult
Lets permit ourselves
Turning point.
Dreaming about the sunrise,
Crawling in circles on the floor…
Useless and hopeless.
Like a butterfly
Insufficient wings
The ugly son of a star.
In someone’s arms
Crushed by the nights I spend alone
In the dead of night
Unseen
Enduring
In a corner of the universe, like
the world I saw in my dreams
I want to change the self that seeks for what is missing
Now it’s your turn, smile.
