I remember our mornings as clear as the sparkle on the window pane after the neighbour had cleaned it to absolute perfection.
Pardon my similes, because you have pardoned my thoughts so far.
I am praying for our yesterdays. I am praying for a moment where things fall into place like they always do.
Tell me, did you memorise the lights, my toes, our mingled thoughts?
Do you feel like I am tightening the noose around your slender throat?
Know that my insides are permanently ravaged, and I beg to come to you with all those broken pieces - because nothing else
gives me that semblance of being a part of a whole.
If wishes could scatter like leaves in autumn in a place far away, I would give you a million happy ones. If my thoughts could be a part of the
drill - I would beg them to traverse the conveyor belt in a straight line.
I see that you look sad. I see that you are slowly giving up, but trying to still fasten the belt, because, hell,
you love me. But they say, love is a verb, and you think I hardly try. You tell me "It's all in your head." and I know that
you are speaking the truth. But what do I do with my head, I ask you. It's a barren, empty battlefield, pitted with
dead bullet shells. Some days are worse than the others, and it's physically painful to drag my body out of bed, and somehow numb
the numb head and go about trying hard to follow a routine.
How long will you keep planting flowers?
How long?
Pardon my similes, because you have pardoned my thoughts so far.
I am praying for our yesterdays. I am praying for a moment where things fall into place like they always do.
Tell me, did you memorise the lights, my toes, our mingled thoughts?
Do you feel like I am tightening the noose around your slender throat?
Know that my insides are permanently ravaged, and I beg to come to you with all those broken pieces - because nothing else
gives me that semblance of being a part of a whole.
If wishes could scatter like leaves in autumn in a place far away, I would give you a million happy ones. If my thoughts could be a part of the
drill - I would beg them to traverse the conveyor belt in a straight line.
I see that you look sad. I see that you are slowly giving up, but trying to still fasten the belt, because, hell,
you love me. But they say, love is a verb, and you think I hardly try. You tell me "It's all in your head." and I know that
you are speaking the truth. But what do I do with my head, I ask you. It's a barren, empty battlefield, pitted with
dead bullet shells. Some days are worse than the others, and it's physically painful to drag my body out of bed, and somehow numb
the numb head and go about trying hard to follow a routine.
How long will you keep planting flowers?
How long?
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turn the handle: Good LED taps handle in the rotation, there is no switch over between the Shower Taps and the gap opened and closed easily unrestricted, non-skid. Not only can poor quality Antique Basin Taps gap, blocked feeling too great.
Search Gihm,or Gihm covers, on YouTube and check out this guy doing brilliant covers on his guitar...genius!
It is beautiful, Choi. Really.
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