Anna K

Anna K ( Iconic Beauty)

I need to stop dreaming 
about taking you there
and diving in the stream of
the ancient debris

If I close my eyes
I'm in your room
surrounded by a mute
sound of written paper

A bowl filled with ink 
and stained flowers
Blood comes out of my eyes
and tears mark my face
in a sad grin of neon madness

I miss your absence

(Ilaria)