I've never had the talent to paint pictures, words do all the magic for me.
I wanted a camera so one could feel how I see, but my existence is the only real thing.
Sometimes moments flow and words push them.
Sometimes words get stuck and moments push them.
This time there are no moments, only one
but you never ever slipped through it a word; you wanted me to push them.
I highly dislike pushing for moments and for words. To me it didnt matter if they were right or wrong.
I just wanted them; words, yours and true
but they never were and you killed me. you never really wanted to feel me.
you wanted to taste me and you did. I felt like a whore dressed in cheap.
I can't believe you don't feel, I just can't conceive someone shuting down his senses.
I
can't believe you are pink, but you do appear pretensious
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