the wall crumbled down upon the people in the city but the country people were safe
miss mackenzie
I felt like crumbling when I saw my sister I the hospital. She was in a coma and it was because of me.
angel
the dreams i once own now belong to no one.
dust is all i tread on now.
softly,
as to not release tears.
i have given everything i have hoped for to the ashes.
i say goodbye to the
concrete.
i say goodbye to the stones.
I had a crumble on mij clothes.
Because I had eaten a slice of bread.
h
crumble is a cake with a crispy dough. It can have different flavours: fruits, chocolate… it is very tasty. I should make more crumbles sometimes.
Dorothée
into pieces becomes things that were never whole. stuck together by nothing more than what we believed world was. one piece of truth breaks everything down. the walls around me crumble.
She walked along the sidewalk, or rather, floated in the area of the sidewalk. Memories had been stirred up by the taste of that burned apple crumble. Good memories of learning how to make blueberry or cherry crumble to serve to her friends. But she always stayed away from cooking the apple variety of the species crumble.
When she had eaten the apple crumble in Jeff’s apartment, her stomach clenched and she felt trapped. She hesitated before scraping off the burnt part, imagining her mother’s hand coming down on her face. “Wasting food, aren’t you?” And watching her mother picked off all the burned pieces and placing it in front of her.
“You’re going to eat every last crumble, if you know what’s good for you.”
I always expected this places to be freeer than this, or is it more free? A place free from thought from action, from belief, like being a child in eternal wonder, a regression from doubt the crumbler.
the wall crumbled down upon the people in the city but the country people were safe
I felt like crumbling when I saw my sister I the hospital. She was in a coma and it was because of me.
the dreams i once own now belong to no one.
dust is all i tread on now.
softly,
as to not release tears.
i have given everything i have hoped for to the ashes.
i say goodbye to the
concrete.
i say goodbye to the stones.
I had a crumble on mij clothes.
Because I had eaten a slice of bread.
crumble is a cake with a crispy dough. It can have different flavours: fruits, chocolate… it is very tasty. I should make more crumbles sometimes.
into pieces becomes things that were never whole. stuck together by nothing more than what we believed world was. one piece of truth breaks everything down. the walls around me crumble.
She walked along the sidewalk, or rather, floated in the area of the sidewalk. Memories had been stirred up by the taste of that burned apple crumble. Good memories of learning how to make blueberry or cherry crumble to serve to her friends. But she always stayed away from cooking the apple variety of the species crumble.
When she had eaten the apple crumble in Jeff’s apartment, her stomach clenched and she felt trapped. She hesitated before scraping off the burnt part, imagining her mother’s hand coming down on her face. “Wasting food, aren’t you?” And watching her mother picked off all the burned pieces and placing it in front of her.
“You’re going to eat every last crumble, if you know what’s good for you.”
I always expected this places to be freeer than this, or is it more free? A place free from thought from action, from belief, like being a child in eternal wonder, a regression from doubt the crumbler.