mess
i felt my presence into the silent chaos of his mess, and the impact on him, in any district that he trod i felt i am for him, not closer one, but a concept, as he transplanted all my faults into a beauty ideal i felt even my dreams more true as any truth i live, deducted arrogantly, as an ironic irony, (because…) …because you had the boldness to close your eyes, blinded by the shimmering darkness of mine and his
