The panic in their eyes
The regret in your soul
The despair in my heart
What will become of us?
We have killed our God.

Every day you taught me of who I am.
Never will I become...the one you want.
During the day I live in dreams.

open window sucks in
fatigue

More or less, I thought myself
As independant in those
Remarkable days.
Konstantinopel, so far east.
Unsure if I'll ever
See the city for real.

And none of them understood
that today they existed
simply because we allowed them to

The book is your mind
And tonight
I am reading it

The summer rain,
tip tap tap tip tap tap,
the sound on my bedroom window,
as I lay in bed.

Wondering;
will everything be the same?
Tap tip tip tap,
or will yesterday be washed away?

Drown

Last time we went swimming
the sea stood up and hugged you
as though you were responsible
for keeping it blue
-Bianca Stewart

The hair floats
Into my mouth
Clogging my throat
My limbs are stiff
Incapable, my head is asleep.
I wake up.
The fog is still mocking me.

The evening is soft,
if the face of the sun would shine on me,
as it shone on you
- I would be a God.

"In that moment when
the crowd on the riverbank
sees the boat come in,
and every heart among them
beats with the same emotion."
-Shotetsu

OI

Chicken, bake it, shake it.
It won't do you any good
Because you need to
crank up the heat a little.

We don't know if the story is true,
it could be exaggerated,
especially in terms of the male.

Beginning.

The flying poem book have been started, from now on there will be poetical blog posts in this blag.