#charcoalb

People with faces that drip Smiles that burn all the joy Eyes that open only to close In the night they all turn To monuments of disgusting indifference With hearts that hold only blood. They fester, they

Lights, tarmac, smiles and fur, wet fur and mud. I remember that women, for the first time walking towards. Gaps narrow, skins touch, lips miss. I remember walking, exploring, living. Eyes wandering, heart