on automatic pilot

Posted on by anna christ

the bliss of the unknown knocking on my door

the empty days of summer..

you are not there!

you are in the menacing embrace of indifference.

this tree never grows never takes off

this tree is whats left from a root…

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...