black stones
yellow rivers
calling for storms

untitled poem

Please, let “Joy Division” ring 
As I change my state of mind
Pressing my thoughts in midair
Rising my desires above my reach 
Entering a state of nirvana  


It’s growing rapidly
Turning into a void
It’s spreading across the sea

The trees hold tight
As the yellow flowers flow in the air
Their rusty roots detach

The earth’s atmosphere is breaking apart


the night calls you out
and takes your heart
it’s something you haven’t touch
it’s not a luxury or art
to pasta on your chest
but a hunger for something simple
So, don’t take anything back
it’s not a song for your ears to take  

*** inspire by Voxtrot’s music