blysse

how it happened..?-- i shattered my head on the stonework

(wake up, infants, from your sleep wake up! leave your tepid sleep for the flowers- enormous, praiseworthy, tall and graceful as the stem of the earth- the flower with the sweet, thick blossoms: so different from your precious sleeping. Some call the flower Formidable, I call it Bounty.)

and I woke up, my eyes floating in red, my head soothed by numbness. a great thing sat on my stomach, excavating the blood from my eyes- great, in the sense, hideous in it's prose. painful thoughts throbbed in and out like fluid through artery: without my head, i am nothing, without my head, i am nothing, i am nothing, without my head.

(you sweet paranorm, i think, you came to rescue me and take me into this other world. You dragged me out from under the crushing cement of parliament hill. for that i surrender all my kisses and love to you, by this fountain. i am nothing. i am overtures to nothing, stay me here in this while with you..

they lay their heads on the stonework