No face

I was so hurt today I searched for a face; My lover had no face today

Nah… it’s just mild sadness

Lost, Low

I’m suffocating my love, in delusions and illusions. There’s a northern fog that looms inside the empty vessels, that navigate towards my heart. I reach out my hand; but the window panes get in the way. I’m dying my love, bit by bit, My heart breaks, bit by bit. In fragments I recall vague, sunny

Sadness

What’s more important than the way your lips touch mine? Nothing What’s more important than my infatuation with you? Sadness. 20160310