Same as you

Posted on by anna christ

Moments passing by 

the emptiness is constant unequivocal pure delight.

Would you rather call a friend in the night of your deprivation?

Mostly unknown to yourself

Mostly stranger to the strange

Would you rather get drunk ?

Would you rather play music?

It is a moment in the eternity facing the same fear again

and you are wondering where is mother?

Well … let me tell you I don’t know really 

Having no idea if life or death are really so different as you are trying to convince me… 

 

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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...