Saturday, November 8, 2014

my toes are cold forever

i can't remember / i choose not to remember 

isn't it more or less the same thing, mummy?



did you know you were making a ghost?


there's nothing inside you, you don't know that because you haven't looked, you swirl too fast. i have got a band-aid for you but it's a small one, last one in the box. should i buy more, if it was i who stabbed you in the beginning?

except i didn't.


do you see how these things happen? no, you don't.

generations of us. i am not proud to be called by your name.