Why do you keep letting me gather my words from the ground like I've been only exhaling emptiness? As if being a well-hated child who blabbers the truth which you loathe. I imagine my words flying up the sky and reaching your deepest core but instead, I'm swamped in your empty thinking like a push from the deepest oceans to the ugly surface of the earth.
Why?
I like these words
you know what .. its not a question of why.. is it ?
but rather a question of how? my dead Unidentified? :P
dear*