harum scarum

6:34pm: without
tormented by memories and by the yellow butterflies, who did not give him a moment's peace, and ostracized as a chicken thief.

8:50pm: your heart
always with me

4:54pm: hole in the hall
Timorous for 
If there's one that I detest, it's Uncertainty.
Yet Her obdurate hands hold me captive far more often than not.

That I am with thoughts teeming
And what I print is not my intention, but that of someone wary of Perception.
Conveyed not in three syllables more.
We all are victims.

Snaking between the spaces Her knuckles neglect, the home I run from.
Beckoning me, the bed of white. Resolute,
Constant.

Liberty has lost.
My torpid nature enveloped in 
Refuge in billowing cotton.

7:11pm: fucking shit

I wish I didn't feel like your presence was going to ruin my night.

9:11pm: more than anything
I want to be somewhere the seasons change. Out of this country.
Away from where I am now. 
I´m always running from the things I hate.
I´m just afraid that I´ll only ever be dissapointed.