Satunnainen teksti


Sometimes black mass drowns you
and I can't look at the rising sun with you
The waves erodes my edges
like the space that's given to emptiness eats away my thoughts
into smaller ones

Mornings seems like a ghostly déjà vu
my gray feet vibrate when they touch the floor
My naked being tremors the last colors
The static overpowers my dormant mind
I'm falling



Majority of the poems from 2017 to earlier haven't been translated yet,
so they'll currently appear in Finnish. This is an ongoing process,
since there's a lot of 'em. (Please do enjoy the newer ones tho.)


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