“the pavement makes no soundas it touches your feetcalm and constantlike silence on repeatlanguidly your thoughts bleedinto the evening airin crimson red the words read'some things are beyond repair”
Anna Jae“and now i am back in the grey world where it tastes like plastic, the monotony is buzzing through my jaws and the boredom is pulling my hair.”
Anna Jae“That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.”
Anna Jae“...ever plagued by the naive hope that this timemy intuition might be mistaken...”
Anna Jae“your facethrough the blurred visionof my disillusioned eyesmergeswith the rest of them.”
Anna Jae“oh, how bitterhow bitter silentthe bewildered sorrowof a texture too thickto be brought outthrough the eyes.”
Anna Jae“The skin of her face,parched by the monotonous dietof salty rain,with tremendous effortgave wayto a smile.”
Anna Jae