Tonight I write only for myself
Decomposing thoughts and illusions
Scraping away layers of feelings to get to my own core.
There where I am naked soul wearing no feeling at all
In the depth of myself, alone, I open the drawers of memories
To find something to wear for this night.
No blood for the restless heart asking for passion, no arm around me,
No blue for the mind crying for revelations.
Absolute quiet drapes tonight.
memyselfandela, June 2013