♫ Radiohead - Fog ♫
captured between lack of sleep and tearful eyes,
are dragging their arachnid robe under
my uncertain footsteps.
They're trying to hide a new day
and turning horizon into imaginary reality,
while drops of their sweat are moisturizing
my just awaken skin.
captured between window glass and white coats,
are swelling even larger and longer,
while they're merging with instant coffee steam
and stagnant water for flowers next to the hospital bed.
They are providing their tentacles,
trying to make the green beauty unattractive
to dying hearts.
captured between flames in the fireplace and this blue ink,
are putting down their silent discomposure
on that very same eyelids,
which will search for the new day tomorrow again,
and attempt to dig away foggy mornings
with double prayer to the Sun.
WHAT I WORE
skirt & shirt : flea market │tights: golednpoint
shoes & coat: thrifted