The breath on your neck.
The touch of your fingers.
The taste of your lips.
The smell of your hair.
empty time.
The melancholy of smoke.
blurred figures of rain.
The smell of mud.
Spilled water on my face.
The cold and loneliness in the crowd on a Monday.
The lanky figure appears at my window.
The green glow that attracts me the bottle.
crystal light bouncing eyes.
Blood worm spread across the land.
clown's voice no longer laughs. Painting
wear.
Decline at the destination. Death
desire to live. The irritating sound
swallowing water.
plastic bag just yet.
Everything is not just words, but they are something else, are empty, are nothing. I wonder if people really has something to say when you use similar phrases. I always have seemed hackneyed phrases and words, so when I write something with those words is easy for me because I have to laugh at myself, I have to stop, if I am wrong. It's like a proposed deep introspection that only knows how to use clichés, I want to make me cool or want to write what I think with whores four-syllable words. But it all depends if I know why you are writing what you write that person, or know well, I do not care too much (well, not always), does not seem so forced.
course, also now gives me the impression that I write this by going against the establishment, normal and natural (within a certain area), as if to show the intended depth before. But hey, at last, after all, I am also a blogger right?
still do not understand why sometimes I feel bad for not write something deep and serious, if total, are crap. I guess people will come and I stink ... * Snif * * Snif * I think I smell the farts ... and not just mine.
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