msmorbid

like heaviness of sunsets' reflections dissolving in ink darkness... it is tightening net on the nape, aching wrists, intertwining on pupils of the eyes and falling to my palms with drizzle... flow through my fingers with illusive light - and its impossible to seize jerky, awkwardly, to keep ... like current of draught You might have saw it now, like me, skipping from one line to another, can't hold on the frame of reference and I'm crushing papery rubbish of words, dots of anguish for your hands. And nobody else You are somewhere at the periphery of my dreams, by bunching in lump nerves i feel your presence, and it is pulling, pulling by