Friday, January 4, 2019

Another Year

I like a space that no one really looks at as a place for writing. Do not pay me any mind. It can be that tree falling in the forest with no one around, and that is just fine. It is the way it must be. I can lock myself into oblivion, a dark hole for dwelling and watering my two flowers. Sono niente, sono morte. I can carve out a better world with pain and emptiness. Not feeling pathetic feels better than love. All I have is love, loyalty, and a cardboard box, but it is better to bury them in the desert like a dead snitch. This is to create beauty out of destruction and torment. It is not hiding but rather hibernation. Dormi bene e sogni d'oro. All I need are my two flowers. All I have are these two flowers. Nothing will take my flowers. I miei fiori sono i fiori di forza. Dormi bene e sogni d'oro. Buonanotte.