The mixture of chemicals in the air
as my notepad..
My worn out hand ..
From all the labour it goes through
as my pen..
I pour my veins out ...
That's where my intensity comes from ...
Word for word ...
My decorations,
my precipitation
And my stencils,
gravity .
I'm hoping for a flower to grow their
"Dear diary"
Beginning of a simple entry
"Today your being written in blood"
And after every entry ..
Encryption ...
Archived ..
Saved ...
And then deleted ...
