#35 in Mystery/Thriller (13 jan, 17) you wake up. you know how its like to wake up? to dream? to burn? to breathe? there are things i don't understand during my stay in the manor of the killers. like those ignored murders. who are you? who am I? my name? names are dust. you see...some p...
Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. Love..hate...broken hearts..breaking hearts...