Going on the same path, headed different directions

Sometimes the feel of hurt tastes so sweet and it can be tasted by the tip of the tongue as if it was just yesterday when I found all reason in you; a low point, I know, to believe that that would do but it felt safe it felt like home amid the world of

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