Lazy writing no igniting
waiting in vain
what once was good now is heavy. And boring me down.
No thought of making contact
even when the time is passing by and the corns of sand, that represent a prolonged stay,
are dwindling faster every day.
Hey hey the good bye is coming any way, spoken or not. Old spaces got closed down some time ago. Ask the coal miners.
But now is also the chance to see the sun anew. Heed the eyes, that were so long so blind.
And the heat aiming to penetrate the skin.
Thinking of the past. Have I got to do something to satisfy it?
Suck suck into its black hole of no future.
Amazing Ama Zone walking new places.
(by Jinn Imagio)
