This stormy afternoon Every story in stare Pulling my hair for Pages torn too soon A curtain of words Remain everywhere Pages and strands Pages and strands The night is absent Flickering cigarettes And green fairy absinthe Leaving your breath For my burdened body Made to never forget Vertical hands Vertical hands Falling at the day’s start Rising at it’s end Already so far away… taken by the fourth tide washed in it’s wave The just in […]