“There is some sense of the twilight, of things tinged with blue and rose; a dream of delight during an eclipse.”
Spectacular Libraries in Europe.
(Source: humblebumble)
Patty was a children’s poem
She’d been depressed for quite some time
All her friends were long and hip
While she was short and her words rhymedPatty made the children laugh
She spoke of toys and games
All her friends preferred the dark
And laughed at Patty’s aimsCrying, dying, full of…
I’m not even sure what i’m carrying anymore,
but i feel heavy, walking across some
foggy bridge that disappears into nothing.
I’m cold. I might be naked. I’m not sure.
I haven’t seen myself in i don’t know how long.
This damn fog. I hear footsteps behind me;
The sound of heavy breathing on my neck.
From where to where? And why?
