Creases
Diamond and gold, Paper folds.
My tears fill the creases like a Rivine.
I don’t wanna let my hair down anymore.
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- February 23, 2010 / 10:35 pm
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I love to freestyle with words and drip them all over the tainted screen. What was formerly ink to crying paper is now typing to youtube?… This place is for my thoughts + observations…Writing to explore beauty + simplicity, to discover my subconscious psych…and to rebuild hopes and dreams. Whatever, this place is for a gen-y spoilt brat to scream what no one else can hear.
Diamond and gold, Paper folds.
My tears fill the creases like a Rivine.
I don’t wanna let my hair down anymore.
You’re currently reading “Creases,” an entry on
Such a curious mood I’m in…’ the cars they travel so fast. Their colors fly up and down the wide city street. And there is my homemade curiostiy cap stalking views, overhearing private conversations and inking them into an eternal, electronic, everyday diary.’
