scRaPboOk///66///

take 1/13.01.21

the eye of the beholder

the splendor of your beauty

forced me to reverently

enter your temple.

and so, on this warm altar

you asked me to kneel

and fear not.

i have denied the presence

of the Sun before,

i wanted to be yours

at any cost.

not being your fool

would drive me mad.

scrapbook sixty-five

take 1/13.01.21

remaster->19.01.21

 tangerine kiss

your soul shaking

in my arms,

proof our eyes made contact.

so what if the cold

kept everyone else locked up?

there were more deserted roads

for us to roam.

and then, that kiss of sincerity

blew us up.

it was all tangerines and smiles

afterwards.

fingers locked with one another

as we shared visions of a 

secret world.

scrap.book_64.txt

26.2.2016

WITHOUT YOU

I'm broken and alone
tired and infected
in love and renounced
forgiven and forgotten

and i'm cold, very cold
so cold i could beg you
for mercy

But you aren't here
Only death is here

Rotten apples
mouldy bread and

anguish in every breath

scrapbook 63

23_3_16

Fearless -- to be cold and alone in a forgotten place

my scrapbook -- 62nd page

"ε, και τι έπαθε; ο πρώτος ήταν ή ο τελευταίος;

θα ζήσει."

αλλά τελικά δεν έζησε. 

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