If you were a sailor I'd raise the anchor To sail the sea In search of you and me And god Conjures currents to break our fragile boats And both the innocent and the damned Are swallowed up in his wake If you were a huntress I'd be your bow For your silver arrows To seek out his heart -dead can dance
Let me fall into the broken waves of your absence, twisted in the soft wings of your malignant ships.. as they sail in the frozen crystals that cover my eyelashes.. gently crashing. your memory, rusting the endless tunnels of my mouth.. shaping slow breaths into my dead lungs. i’ve been waiting for a taste; the death of your neglect. a wreckage of sunken ships swallows my dreams, in my desperation i embrace the planet of this silence. when i wake…. i can still taste the fruitless attempt of forgetting. it is our language, familiar, muted, splintered. -eileen garcia
a small tribute, to a talent larger than life. there is a pink spot inside each and every one of us… especially those with rusted hearts. “Hope there’s someone Who’ll take care of me When I die, will I go Hope there’s someone Who’ll set my heart free Nice to hold when I’m tired” -Antony R.I.P. Alexander McQueen