Created:
2008-05-23 00:13:33
Beautiful blue filling in around, painting claustrophobia. Taste of salt, but no clouds in the sky, clogging my throat. A sob breaks out with pain of wasted breath. A waste. A waste. Such a waste. Eternity holds no value, every word said in vain, thrown away, lost taste. The one you vaguely remember but before you can name, you find a filler. Blue of boyish innocence, of one rain drop, a stream of tears, rushing to collapse you in a wave. The bland of cement meets streaming hair…
