Touches of dark (143)

Dark rivers are craving in my heart,

feeling the miserable touches you gave to my brain.

feeling so sad made me realize…

we’re so fucked up.

we adore money, but they steal our peace,

we want sun every day, but we truly need cloudy weather.

we want to be God,

to possess knowledge,

but we cannot handle it.

don’t really know what to think!