It was a cloudy day, when there are clouds you expect rain, rain that is painted with the brand that exited the clouds, that is when you heat things, they turn into clouds, eventually they fly, eventually they become so heavy with pain, so they just let go and let it rain.
What if the clouds came from humans? yes; we do turn into clouds ! we do fly, so heavy with pain, but the sky you know only hosts clouds filled with water, they rain water, while in the sky I mean, clouds are filled with pain.
In that colorless world, as you have been told: "leave your colors back at home", because they have no place in such world, colors are called "innocence" down here, and those who carry it get eaten; feasted upon, it is a world that hates beauty, so hot it evaporates life into clouds, so full of pain, that they rain.
a stomachache hits; one that is so deep and so far, tastes like black coffee, you love it, but it keeps you awake in the face of the pain. So you sip, and sip, and sip, but you realize that it's all about caffeine. A decaf is so disgusting to you, it shames other coffees.
And from that, you find the reality of such world: it's all about forgetting and letting go, to move on, dodge the rain, and make sure that you don't evaporate.
Of course you can love, and you can hate.
Ask yourself: would it matter?
Rather, your drug of choice might be her. Sleeping naked, with your head on her thighs, like a little baby you're looking in her eyes, so insecure but she always knew how to take your rain, she understands your pain, your maiden, your cherry blossom, but ain't she an imaginary love? Yes, the real version of her, is a primitive sociopath, a shallow human that is never ever a maiden, she is not Persephone, and actually, she prefers Hades in real life, an Arab stereotype that cut you with a knife once upon a time, a cut so deep it took years to heal.
It's still open though. It won't heal.
Drugs delay our cloudy state. Reduces our smokey pace. A less heavy cloud is always a better; splendid human.
What if the clouds came from humans? yes; we do turn into clouds ! we do fly, so heavy with pain, but the sky you know only hosts clouds filled with water, they rain water, while in the sky I mean, clouds are filled with pain.
In that colorless world, as you have been told: "leave your colors back at home", because they have no place in such world, colors are called "innocence" down here, and those who carry it get eaten; feasted upon, it is a world that hates beauty, so hot it evaporates life into clouds, so full of pain, that they rain.
a stomachache hits; one that is so deep and so far, tastes like black coffee, you love it, but it keeps you awake in the face of the pain. So you sip, and sip, and sip, but you realize that it's all about caffeine. A decaf is so disgusting to you, it shames other coffees.
And from that, you find the reality of such world: it's all about forgetting and letting go, to move on, dodge the rain, and make sure that you don't evaporate.
Of course you can love, and you can hate.
Ask yourself: would it matter?
Rather, your drug of choice might be her. Sleeping naked, with your head on her thighs, like a little baby you're looking in her eyes, so insecure but she always knew how to take your rain, she understands your pain, your maiden, your cherry blossom, but ain't she an imaginary love? Yes, the real version of her, is a primitive sociopath, a shallow human that is never ever a maiden, she is not Persephone, and actually, she prefers Hades in real life, an Arab stereotype that cut you with a knife once upon a time, a cut so deep it took years to heal.
It's still open though. It won't heal.
Drugs delay our cloudy state. Reduces our smokey pace. A less heavy cloud is always a better; splendid human.
