Deleted mails. Deleted pieces of ..., sketchy and grumpy. The dotted line, the signature, the end, the start. Promises. Promises. Promises. Yellow in glass, steel in red brick. Dying sun, killing sun. Green. Jealousy. Valley. Love. Colourless.
Put on your dark glasses. There is too much darkness around. Miss the good for the bad. Pink reflections. Moving reflections. Starry-eyed. Twisted, tongue tied, learning to fly. Your arms, around the world.
The phone call. The no-subject mail. The empty inbox. Numbers. Bass. Hollow.
Strawberries. Lip balm. Shameless. More than that.
Empty beer cans fluttering in the breeze. Grounded trees, grounded branches. Wind-swept-off-your-feet. The cold in your bones. Drumroll. One piece connected to another. Complete.
Obsession to find order in chaos. Stupidity in trying to make sense of nonsense.
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