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Sylvia Plath, Bruno Schulz, Franz Kafka

What

An illusion

Is

that doesn't allow

Hope?

to let things go

Notes Entries 100 Books

13:15, 2 May 2019
Time Broke

into pieces


In a loud 

Crack


And spilled

Into


A tone of 

Crumbs.



I remember this one

Smile


Which we shared for

A while


In eternity's

Shard


And this view

will remain


In small room in my 

Mind



The emptiness will now 

Fill


All that we could one day

Be


But bruised chests good time'll

Heal


Emptiness will be 

Refilled



But the sadness will remain

and the questions in my mind

What your skin's taste would be like

What your skin's taste would be like


19:26, 1 May 2019
I'm sinking into nature's

Paint


The colors of the ending 

Day


Preplexing my unsettled 

Gaze


Among the grass and flower's

Smells


Among the whites and greens and

Blues


Uncertain colors of my

Mood


Do not fit in here quite 

Well


So I should go but choose to

Stay


I'm sinking into darkening 

Skies


Dark colors tend to win my

Heart.

14:30, 30 Apr 2019
You approach them dangerously close
A voice whispered

Beasts caged in an imitation of
Freedom

You stretch your hands trying to touch
the colors of their words

The sophistication of their mouths
Which turns lights into sounds

Making empty page alive
With endless laughs and cries

You approach them dangerously close
The voice hissed

Beasts caged in an imitation of
Freedom

Immersing yourself in their hidden
Cries

While Night falls from the skies
capturing Stars Into its Hands

Now there will be no light
Only Their Eyes

You approached them too close
Now You Won't Come Back

So that's all you will have
for the rest of your life


(You were born into that)

A voice gently whispered.

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