mikele

No šodienas sākšu "One picture a day for 30 days" projektu, citādi pagurums, apnikums un neuzticēšanās sev beidz nost.
Ko jūs dariet tad, kad vairs sevi nedzirdiet? Kad skatieties spogulī un sevi vairs nepazīstiet?

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Atsākšu rakstīt apziņas plūsmas arī.

Reflection
gone
my face is not my face
Where did the voice
where did my voice go?
Lips, so strange,
doesn't look like color red
alarm through the skin
small, broken arms

Reflection
gone
the salt melts in the sink
how long has it's been since
the day when we arrived
Remember the dawn
our existences transformed
where did the voice
where did my voice go?