I'm getting more and more afraid
of the words that appear before me
without a motion they come on closer
I believe it's better than nothing
Another day in a train
too much people on my way
In a corner, near a window, an exit
I believe it's better than nothing
Stained glass windows shatter when angels fly through
Angels of glass, with eyes like windowpanes
I think that I am falling
I know now that I am falling
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Hello friend…
Don’t know how often you check here but I have known about this little lyric/text/concepts blog of yours for a while…
I’ve never commented...don’t know why...
But I love every single one of them.
You’re quite charming with words!
...well, you’ve always been, even without your poetic dysphoria.
I would encounter a feeling or a spell of the blues...but not of dismally low spirits.
Rather, they are characterized by contemplation.
You haven’t posted in a while...don’t worry! Writer’s block is part of the process. An ingenious light bulb will start flickering over your head soon enough...
Your Fan.
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