We love many hearts,
We see many hearts,
But stay close to none.
We, only love one. Can only love one,
Yet we seek various outlets,
And flick away years.
The animate paper, this partially dynamic text and the revolting thoughts in my brain,
Rebel against the sure enemy!
I am scared!
Scared to lose ink into my head,
Or the head into the ink and drown?
They say death comes faster to people who fear,
But sometimes death is afraid of cowardice,
I nibble at my long feet nail,
And cut it short
Fear has new faces; sometimes they are long nails in the dark
I want to fold my life,
In neat lines,
In straight shapes.
And fly away to a nearest pond,
Feel the water pulling me down,
And drown. Die.
If only I was a boat or ferry,
To cross the sea…..