your heart is clasped together with your mind
how amazing and distressing can this sound.
i guess.
and then i think again.
is this Shudder the same shudder you feel?
because nature is wise, my friend,
and it tells you whether you are here,
or you are not.
wake up, stand up, sit down, rest, run and sleep.
tired enough?
so am i.
what should we do?
nor a green finch or a nightingale knows it,
maybe i may send you my owl,
but its wing is hurt,
hurt because it was ripped apart of the soul.
it might not be an excuse,
but it surely is a reason to discuss it,
never forgive trying is the hardest part
of living a rough day.
getting through your existence.
there i go, shuffling from the world,
my dribble fresh uppon a bible.
writing tragedies and pointing towards a cross,
stealing its nails for my own palms.
making fun out of anything i know.
it is time to go, though.
and i am not willing to let you lying there alone.
you either come,
or wait for me.
lo prometido es deuda
.:.
