The mold we formed has been duplicated. The cream color oozed and hardened, allowing a base for all other forms. WE are plaster, for the constant desire to become something we’re not, has become top priority to self-concious individuals. Break the mold and become who you really are.
The mold we formed has been duplicated. The cream color oozed and hardened, allowing a base for all other forms. WE are plaster, for the constant desire to become something we’re not, has become top priority to self-concious individuals. Break the mold and become who you really are.
glistening
colorful
possibilities
shaping
opening
creating
dreaming
wondering
looking at what
I plastered their faces on the wall
I wanted to see what they would look like
if they were all happy
My face didn’t belong up there with theirs
I couldn’t even muster the energy to go
on for as long as I should
The plaster dried up and I had no time
to prove to them, that I too could be happy
From somewhere deep
She finds me
Her fingers I feel
Interlace slowly
One breath
One pulse
This is all
There is to know
That i live to kiss
Her breast, her lips
As i sink into dreams
Drinking each heartbeat