(Source: chernaya-voda)
it was perfect (conversations between a cloud and fog)
“we could conjoin ourselves
and become siamese twins
who are actually siamese
and we would call ourselves an entity”
“no i’m literally a pseudo-crackhead who has a nicotine/caffeine addiction
i always look at you
and i think you’re like a veil between what reality is and what your reality is
wow that didn’t make sense
but yeah when i look at you nothing makes sense because its like forgetting something”
“i miss you
and those nights
our mouths open wide trying to catch the wind
as the train swam through the darkness
like a long black eel with
millions of eyes
of sleeping people
everything was so perfect
that’s why i couldn’t grasp it”
Dehli (From the Heart)
hindi trance rises to the silhouette
of palm trees like a
cobra awakening to the song of man
dogs turn into the wind’s low howl
chasing after cigarette remains
thrown from the hidden balcony by
your chemically stained fingers
and all i wanted to do
was to listen to your stories and
how cement has taken away
the heart
(Source: flesheating)