Notes
The car engine outside vibrates with impatience. The vacuum upstairs sucks the dust of life out of us. Electric plugs get swung around, limbs slacken with tired anger. The faucet’s run dry, drained, thirsty. And that’s what happens to us. Others, our inhabitants, our co-stars suck the air out from our lungs from goodbye kisses, and air-choking hugs that squeeze our lungs together til we resemble some deformed figure. This is dedicated to us. The lonely.
2 comments on I wonder if sadness is inherited.
stewartspencer1994 February 13, 2013
so beautifully, made my day.
⃠jo.chan95 February 13, 2013
it is you who has made my day. such a sweet comment :)
⃠wolvesinmyden February 06, 2013
well mixed list - thank you very much.
⃠jo.chan95 February 09, 2013
thank you my kind dear
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