Meet me where your mind won't kiss me-

" - Bad art is more tragically beautiful than good art 'cause it documents human failure."

martes, 7 de enero de 2014

perfect sense


It's dark now. But they feel each others' breath. And they know all they need to know. They kiss. And they feel each others' tears on their cheeks. And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers, caressing each others' faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them. 
        Because that is how life goes on.             

                 Like that.