Perhaps is because I can feel ʏᴏᴜ.
In heavy boots walking
through bare rooms over my нєα∂.
Opening and closing doors.
What are you looking for in this empty house? Void of feelings, with walls of guilt.
Was there something you couldn’t find in heaven– so you came here?
Do you remember, brother? The earth? Our refuge set to torches?
Do уσυ?
Your love for me felt like spilled water
that ran back to its vessel, leaving me cold and thirsty.
You should probably sleep now. Someone should tell you to go to sleep now.
But at this hour what is dead is restless,
and what is living is ƁURƝǀƝƓ.
January 12, 2015
#Doffy's nightmares #hmm #:/
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