breathe in...
hahahah!the ink is my blood and my blood is ink among the desert papers.it's thirsty.demands water.breathe out...
i'm not cold.i have my -wings- to keep me warm for now.does a dream have a testament? hahahaha! i bet it does not. i think it ceases to exist from the moment it ends.nothing left but butterfly wings dust. fiction.breathe in...
is that a heart in the desert? it must be a miraje. i need some water.oh muses touch my aking hand!come closer so i can pierce you with my pen! damned pixies.breathe out...
i think i broke my desert.just have to make a new one. where's my feathers? where are the nomads? where are you? come night! i am weary! you are.my comforting balm.breathe no more.
