11.06.2012

Most people love to loose themselves.

Sometimes i look at the sky and it's rain and sun both, noon and midnight. And i curse at the wind as pain and joy floods within me. 

It's late now and the city is sleeping. I close my eyes and listen to the soft sound of the night piercing through my ears. The sky is watercolor blue and my thoughts are in a knot. Half awake, half dreaming i pick up a cigarette and place it between my lips. I light it up, lean my head back and inhale as deep as i can. All i can think of is how much i want you to grab me. Find me in the dark and grab me! Pull me close to you, and swallow my madness.

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