Too Good To Be True
Yeah I heart this a lot in different times in my life.
Some Lady said to me 8 years ago“You are too good to be true”
- I responded with no words with a “what “ look.
- She said what is your game.
Inconstante. Me desfiz das minhas ilusões numa tarde de segunda, de quinta. Limpei a poeira da garrafa de vinho e saquei a rolha com dificuldade pueril. Que merda de dia! O céu azul já não me fazia feliz como antes. Era só um fundo bonito pras roupas coloridas estendidas balançando na brisa, inconstantes. Mal e…
“I’m struggling to stay alive,” they texted me. They were my best friend, and there wasn’t anything I could do to help.
Words ceased to have meaning. Everything became pictures, colors, mandalas of sound. But no words. I could hear a mother screeching at the loss of her child. Gun shots to the head, the splatter of meat and…