вторник, 9 август 2011 г.

Sun 'n smiles 'n stuff like that

The last page of a pessimistic pattern of thinking [at least for some time, if not forever, forever=!possible]; the last thing that'd be devoted to a useless brooding (the last at least for what inspired it)


Tears’ taste was more bitter than ever
thoughts were so morbid, mornings - belated;
Breath may be precious and holy, however
its cessation was never so longed, awaited.

Goodbye. (: