It's in the darkness behind the eyes.
D sounds overstated.
I'm just scared to bits. Pressing against the front windows of my skull, loosing myself in the sights and the sounds and the faces, so as not to fall back in, inside It, its soft claws awaiting.
The dream plates of colored glass have grown too small. But what light comes around is almost exactly unlike being blind.
I don't sleep well.
I'm a-losing control.
21.1.09
Bad dreams
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Je t'ai connue moins hivernale d'humeur...
(... je t'ai aussi connue postant des photos nouvelles... prenant des photos nouvelles... bref. Je sais je sais, appareil-qu'-a-rendu-l'âme-et-pis-flemme-et-pis-blabla.)
t'as interêt à prendre soin de toi.
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