A fluffy mist of sadness robs dreams of delirious beauty. In the hour of sleep it waits patiently to seize your pain. Replacing the love with blue moments. A lost reality we wish to own. But it is stolen and replaced, over and over. By these moments. Blue moments. Blue moments that show delicate deaths whisper of bitter power.
Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989
Post a Comment
Be the first to comment on this article!