Monday, 23 November 2015

it happened one night

pulled me in on a dark night, midnight, i hadn't asked to be there. beautiful things, they come to you, you don't go seeking them perhaps, for maybe in that planning, that laying in of purpose, a hint of greed, of things base, and it somehow touches that beauty, tainting. instead, when it comes calling you... me... that night, sitting alone in my room, not knowing why i stared at a man in grey and a girl in red. my thoughts on pause, earlobe going warm, tremors on my upper arms. that moment when the unknown calls and you feel the beginning of rapture... and you walk forward... backward...



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