maandag 28 november 2011


Can I keep this flower?

I’ll keep it nearby

Can I store these memories?

On our behalves

Don’t ask me why


Shake the tree to see what falls out

Implement your consequence with pure reason

and stand proud


We are stranded but we are free

We are cynical yet ecstatic as can be

We fill the void of disconnection

by stepping into ourselves


The air filling our lungs justifies this existence

The thin red line the barricade of false hope and false redemption


Close your eyes watch colours vie

Just let them be

Slowly your ghost steps into me


And I witness the flowers that exist in you

Standing erect under a sky so blue

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