Imperfect peripheral stuff
(skrev den här för några år sedan, var själv tvungen att läsa den två gånger för att förstå den nu - för dig kan den tyckas dunkel, men det går att nå förbi det dunkla...)
A favourite movie leaving traces of people back-packing their way into other people's journeys. Smoke-rings make up their only marital plan as the days finger through papers. A premonition of the end of church-going, the first and final time, lounging inclined in that black box, never revealing why they went down. Propelled straight up, searching for that window in the sky, even a door would do if they couldn't steal their way into that after-bash.
The wrinkles in your forehead mourn the loss of the smokers and you can't look at an ashtray without weeping. Tears of sympathy as you waved "au revoir" not "adieu" to the coffee-cigarette dope-heads. Alone you sit at the place of honour piercing the future with your nails - pages of your time-manager constituted a whole, now they writhe a prolonged sunfeatherlike hand into its nothingness. The abyss of your noone's future is filled with water. A new sea, an ocean wells out, on which clips of your favourite movie has yet to be taken.
A favourite movie leaving traces of people back-packing their way into other people's journeys. Smoke-rings make up their only marital plan as the days finger through papers. A premonition of the end of church-going, the first and final time, lounging inclined in that black box, never revealing why they went down. Propelled straight up, searching for that window in the sky, even a door would do if they couldn't steal their way into that after-bash.
The wrinkles in your forehead mourn the loss of the smokers and you can't look at an ashtray without weeping. Tears of sympathy as you waved "au revoir" not "adieu" to the coffee-cigarette dope-heads. Alone you sit at the place of honour piercing the future with your nails - pages of your time-manager constituted a whole, now they writhe a prolonged sunfeatherlike hand into its nothingness. The abyss of your noone's future is filled with water. A new sea, an ocean wells out, on which clips of your favourite movie has yet to be taken.
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Postat av: Hannah
Loved it ;)
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