I think I am tired
The rain does not seem to be stopping
And nor does my desire
But there's no breath to be caught
No lesson to be taught
No forbidden game to be fought
Only souls to become distraught
My hovering rain please don't stop
Please stay still
I'm counting on you
To suspend my will
There's always too much emotion held back
like the fountainhead of inspirations
bursting the extreme of the two ends
that first provokes exhilaration
then brings forth desolation
this is where dualism fails
my conventional little black book did not mention
and both sustains
I can never forget that day when I said to myself
Drop it
I can always remember you telling me
Leave it
It reminds me of that melancholic tale that's still being told
On and on
Which tale are you talking about?
I swear to God you haven't heard; It's being written.
It's been holding too long
I tear at the the most obscure and minute happenings around me
And all other things that are irrelevant to my life
It's about time for a roar
One that no body can be exempted from the everlasting echo
I want to be happy too
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clowverk. photography. vanity. sin. fashion. music. style. black and white. colorless. pointless.