L i f e t h r o u g h l i g h t s p e c t r u m

i told myself, go straight to bed.
i never listened. again religiously glued in front of my computer writing.
what good shall come out of this? wake up.

choke on my own thoughts. this is horrendous.
i leaped and ran miles away, only to return in devotion.
this is a distress call to put everything to an end.
o'ye i need solace, stop this torment.

this fury gardens my passion.
my passion to rediscover.
all i need now is to beat norm and cross the uncharted.

oh god, if you hear me.
save us, save us from ourselves.






Maria Brink, you are a perfect female homosapien.