was zwischen

little surprises and whims and mischief

i wish you would sing me a song like bruno mars

paint me like gustav klimt

or write me poems like keats

did

to open me up

or we could co-create

art becoming life

give me some mellow melody

rock into coral reefs

And everytime you give me a rock, someone turns it into a coral

Reef relieving, but still I got a grinder from you, which cuts my skin and blood runs through

Coral an eye pleasure but its dead, and very so is rock --- well, can I just, dump it though?

In exchange for a living coral --- something organic and living and --- it gives some right response shelter of Nemo

I am not a pebble collector.

vielleicht sollte ich nie denken

aber glauben

daran glauben

steadfast glauben

und Gefuehle verlieren

oder Gefuehle von meinen Woerter und unseren Erinnerungen

meine kuenstliche und ausgebrochene Ueberzeugungen

erstellen

ich kuemmerne nicht an dem Struktur

sum it all.

thank you best friend. heart beat running away.

anything im not (yet)

brittle bones and aching knees

bruised buccal and swollen feet

vanished teeth and

stutter

but still the mutter

wrinkled cheeks want no face life

deeper complexion and fairer skin

on which there are moles

on which there are creases

freckles for the youth

muddle for the aged

slim not bony she's wrapped in sheets

embodied

coffined

papery thin by collagen drain

could it be

collapsing lips

dropy breasts and stinky miss

who wants it indeed

age and time steal it

pasteurized past beauty

balding

is the heart

balding is

my memory

i can't imagine how painful it might be

is it soft and subtly sour

or is it sharp and bitter and blunt

so badly i'd rather have is

castrated

being fragmented for fear for aging

toast for death

human ps/cycles

whim and mischief

在火車上車廂間的接駁狹縫

未窄如縫

思路正寬

回憶如潮

觀看電影畫面

裝惱淚臉

drama太多

氣力太小

堅持欠奉

走得下去嗎

我們欣賞對方的mischievous 嗎

whims

take it off. take off

spring

roll

ing down my face

aint no hot- and spiciness

and i thought about if i should hit again

to

like

check if

you are still awake

missing me or

dead asleep

still something between man and woman

i wish you were here to touch my face

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i have stopped idealizing people

i don't quite whine about you being away but i whine about our fights after your return

which is like a year away

and i dont know if its pessimism

or

i just wide thought it wrong

or

i knew us too much

or

i being immature to deal

i still wish there's someone who knows everything of me

what i think and how i feel and

yes like play

catering to me

i know its stupid and it could do me harm but

or a 'lucky' friend?

or maybe a twist in presentation will do or

really do i deserve

being on my own

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and in that moment i could swallow the grit

sharp pain throat-cutting but

knew it would go down get digested

churning and pressing and

crushing

why cant we live afree

and i still very hope that we can go beyond the expected

live out the me me

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and if a change in perspective would fit me in

--> i am not so eager to fit in

-> and i see people who live out others too so

take it off. take off