Sabtu, 14 April 2012

Bored being alone

I run to the forest and then I sing

I run to the beach and shout out loud

It is so quiet

I hate being quiet and alone

I want to be noisy

I want to be at a market

I’m bored with being tired

I want to get rid of you, darkness

I feel covered with soot If I’m alone

Just break the glass to make a noise

Let them howl, until there is a tumult

Oh.. I can see an angel weaving s striped spider’s web

On the wall of a white palace

Why not just swing the bell, until it winces!

Or should I run to the forest

Turn to the beach..

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