Snow falls without sound
boys and girls work all day long;
night time, alcohol.
posted by peter pan at 6:43 pm
I do not know how to swim, yet the sea calls to me. I sit on the shore for days and years and let it watch me. It is peaceful. There is calm and there is chaos, there is violence and serenity, there is perfection and coarseness, there are pieces of paper that float on its coloured waters. They are sometimes blank, sometimes with a word, sometimes pictures, often they hold more wisdom than all the books in the world, sometimes they are the little boy's toys, sometimes they find their way here.
Snow falls without sound
boys and girls work all day long;
night time, alcohol.
posted by peter pan at 6:43 pm
2 Comments:
i like this psuedo 3 liner haiku phase. nice, calm and peaceful. all, even on the cunt's blog. its gotta be you.
regards to the shivering girl.
there is no moonlight either. the cosmos ended up being beyond my control. i cant take it anymore bhai. i've never been more helpless.
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