Pokec

Niečo o mne

~Hold your horses, little miss~


You will scratch the healing itch of your phantom wound until your nails hit the bone.

And your ice cream will always melt away, because your tongue is just too small to lick it fast enough.

Your eyes will, in reverse of crying, be made to absorb the humidity around you, so that leafs go dry when you look at them and the people you meet in this eternal autumn will get very thirsty.

And you will only keep black pets, black dogs and cats and rats and maybe a black parrot, because in the darkness where you'll live you will only be able to recognize the shine of black fur and feathers.

And the pain you've caused yourself the other night while sobbing over nothing, that pain in your chest, will reappear every time you laugh. And you will think that maybe it's lung cancer.

But it's only a stretched muscle.
It really is.~