weather report

for the record. the weather today is blissfully warm and radiant. not of the ordinary. my mind seemed to have taken off to somewhere indulgent of peace. 

without a line

i'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
healing, bleeding, new skin for wounds again
closing to find deeper openings
wrecking identities of a shapeless face
tumbling like wet clothes in the dryer
the friction, knitted threads shred
in my stomach, can you feel it?
in your womb turning
am i all worn out?

turning..
turning..

sick and tired of being sick and tired
of turning.. turning..
there's no point of ending

irrashaimase

welcome to this whole new little room i've made.