20th October '07
I taste words today. And they go dry in my mouth.
Red… Red floats in front of my eyes. Like little air bubbles. They make me smile. Tickle me. More red. More and more red. I’m too tickled. Remembering too much. Too many memory red bubbles. They all clash together and burst. Now there’s red. Blood dark red all around. Dark red. Which is boiling. This red makes me restless. Red world all around. Red. Red. Red. Stop. Just let me be.
2 comments:
profound.:)
what was the motivation for this piece?
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