Wednesday, June 2, 2010


sometimes when the world stops spinning all i hear is the noise beneath my skin.

no silent shouts, no empty sounds

a drastic turn of commotion.

sometimes the sound is soft and light, like caligraphy written music notes

a treble clef, a double bass,
each sound a moving notion.

other time the music screams like boy bands on adreniline

with sweaty palms and desperate pitch

angry and imposing.
  • fashion magazines
  • nearly being on holidays
  • preparing for my birthday
  • the office (US)
  • world music
  • knits


  • messages from past people bringing up old feelings
  • saying goodbye at the end of a perfect day
  • roadkill
  • new chemical addictions
  • the cold
  • boys

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