vesuvia

Sometimes I see her. What she is looking for. A day or breath of her own. The fear painfully ripped out and given to those who put it there. In a poem too sweet to be recognized as evil. A moment of peace to scream as it's read out loud to everyone. Don't touch me. Don't tell me. Don't expect from me. Don't think I am or am not. When you need a box that can't be opened from the outside and you are claustrophic. When you want to paint a picture and to destroy it before you finish. When you want to walk into the water and never come out with another human emotion. To go beyond what is thought to be a feeling.


evryonesakillah: Don't say what you want to say to me. It doesn't get through. It stays outside