dear...
i think i've lost you. the outline of your disappearance envelopes the darkness that enfolds it. i attempt you and your vanishingto where there is funereal silence and dust. and then sometimes you trickle into me. you trickle into me, and i stop thinking. no more exhalation. no more cessation embrace uncertain pagination dead. don't swans always seem so distant? we are tired. we are immanent i put tiny glass bottles where you can't read them. i am wet with you iamimpossiblewithyou you are impossible. i expected you never to arrive, but now you have left, soon.
i miss you for your vastness, your repitition , your illusory self, your padded body, i can't do much more. i'm sorry.
i think i've lost you. the outline of your disappearance envelopes the darkness that enfolds it. i attempt you and your vanishingto where there is funereal silence and dust. and then sometimes you trickle into me. you trickle into me, and i stop thinking. no more exhalation. no more cessation embrace uncertain pagination dead. don't swans always seem so distant? we are tired. we are immanent i put tiny glass bottles where you can't read them. i am wet with you iamimpossiblewithyou you are impossible. i expected you never to arrive, but now you have left, soon.
i miss you for your vastness, your repitition , your illusory self, your padded body, i can't do much more. i'm sorry.
jonnytrrrash7:
damn, that is as bleak (but maybe in a less harsher way) than that new Sunn-O album...