föstudagur, maí 29, 2009 broken trunk

sing about seasons
about sorrow, salt and some honey
drip words inside of me
play your notes, let them go
drop crayon candies on the ground
i don't mean it
pick them up again
draw your notes, fix them on the wall
fix yourself
break your cups
make me remember
make me forget
drip your past on me
drip your leaves
drip your senses
drip your honey
drip your tea
drip your path
on dead sand
KICK THEM OFF YOUR FEET
AND LET THE WIND BLOW THEM AWAY.

rafael at 2:59 f.h.