from betty's book

brutally torn
I'm brutally torn
turn me on, off and apart


I'm done.
or so is my mind.


time spent not fearing makes the spheres go around...

--/--

the quiet place one can achieve

the better words one can learn

everything is easier when it's hard enough - 

the truth or dare of our last days.

--/--

"Betty's book" is yet another pet project that might not see the light of day.

The Frailty of Wanting

The frailty of wanting

It all seems easy and reachable

Just because

Wanting is easy and reachable -

While expecting tender thoughts

made of hopes and golden garlands,

To become as reachable

And as vivid

as the feeling of a rough, cold wind

hitting the back of your neck,

Or the hot and harsh grinding of skin

when all you had to do was

to watch where you were going before tripping

and falling

face against the brutal pavement -

The frailty of wanting

equals nothing and equals everything

Because you still wish to feel pain

As much as you wish to be loved

But never wish to see the clear sign of the rope

that ties

One end

to the other.

this is all so strange...

i leave a bait,

the sky winks.

the heart of the land smells of sea fruit and bad,

rotten winds...