A targeted crack in your road. Layers of soil you hide within. There are cracks in empty roads that lay ahead. These gaps that need no filling, simply because everything you do can be excused for what’s on the surface. My roads have no cover for. No treatment for the ordinary. Ordinary roads with broken roots that stretch out for miles. The tears I shed won’t heal anything, the sky will continue to bleed, and these wounded roads will not wait for recovery. The cracks will continue to sink into this hollowness.
10:58 pm • 9 February 2012 • 6 notes
Moving fast, but not looking back. Stop and everything behind is in a blur. People are disappearing in your blur, but you’re moving on. The nest has already been broken. Questioning your intentions might turn out to be just in the intertidal zone. No one can knock you down now, but when they do - you’ll feel lost and exposed in the deep.
1:41 am • 7 February 2012
Remnants of a contained structure can spill into layers of unconfined roads
With this I feel like beginnings will continue to contain myself still -
whether or not I feel that they shall not grow
they will come in regrets unless a wall shall be built
my sheltered nature will break,
time will choose its walls.
8:46 pm • 5 February 2012 • 6 notes
The grey days are hinting tones of surprise.
Branching out the twinkling notes of the night.
♪ Flutter - Aki Tsuyuko
10:16 pm • 31 January 2012 • 3 notes
