I'm talking for you again Logic!
you who comes form language
becoming thought
and/or the opposite;
and I get lost in the alleys of grief...
Rain drops the verbs
on blood red sand
two notes on the ground
to remind you of life.
I forgot to do the laundry
and to write that letter again..
Is that you came once more
and left me high and dry.
What love doll ?
We are at the alpha
until the L...
eight letters road
two cigarettes
and a bag of loneliness.
No coherence
No meaning
scattered.
Αs you are.
