I'm drowning in my thoughts.
They have become an ocean,
And an earthquake inside of my heart.
Dancing alone,
On the surface of a blood-frozen heart,
will cost you your soul.
It's five am.
And it's me, melting against time.
My being has become blue.
Blue lines on my face.
Blue fingers.
Blue days.
Blue heart.
My blood is only the exception.
My heart is a shattered glass.
I feel I'm a part of a history.
So I believe.
What I do defines me.
When you feel it.
In your heart of hearts.
Like a pin on a wall.
The rest all fades.
Without knowing why.
Oh, I feel
Something is wrong with my mind.
But I don't quite catch.
What it might be.
It's all here in my chest.
Like a bird in a box.
Oh it's dark.
Darker than night.
I could see myself in the night of your eyes.
And what now?
Who would be my mirror,
reflection of my thoughts.
Bird by bird,
I try to free myself.
From the chains of chest.
Oh, I tried
But my heart likes to be in your prison.
As long as you're the keeper.
Firestones are clenching with each other.
My heart is like a sea of fire.
There are rivers around my eyes.
My brain is drowning in salt water.
My fingers catches on fire.
Every time I write about her.
I'm blue, kind of blue you can find in depth of water.
It doesn't end this ever-igniting fire.
I'm on fire,
I'm in poverty of words,
how can I say I miss her?
1405/04/06 - Saturday - June 27, 2026 - 09 : 54 : 57 AM
