What happened to love?
Did it walk away and ask for change?
Did it fly away only to find a soul covered in mange?
Why has it evolved to be so picky?
When it lies famished in our hearts
So quickly the mast comes down when love was ready to sail
Why cant I love?
Writers block, artists block, lovers block?
Slave to my past I draw this rusty iron carriage
Every memory sending lashes across my back
This is the love I know
Like murky swamp water it runs down my body
Every step is cold and wet
Heavier and heavier as the days collide together
A glimmer in the future bears my bloody nails
As I desperately gasp for air in a sea of stars and lost hope
I descend slowly down ward
Shattered mirrors at my feet
Greet me every morning
You know this thing called love…?
It’s not so easy
It eludes those who don’t even see it in themselves
Oh well there goes another mirror…..
Artwork: “The Planet is Covered by Silvery Sleep” is an art installation by Konoike Tomoko.