death of dignity for the love of privacy
death of privacy for the love of self
death of privacy for the love of self
Saturday, October 13, 2012
please sleep softly
these tiny speakers,
i listen to lies seep out of their pores and voices of old lovers who haven't aged a day since i left them.
but the love grew old and the songs got dated.
i stopped going out on dates.
now i wait patiently for fleeting moments and stares exchanged to decide the premise of new lovers. they come and go. i go and come.
i generally go too much, can't say i don't like it.
together they make sense. they help me make sense of foot steps i try and trace backwards with the thought of forward motion.
i listen to lies seep out of their pores and voices of old lovers who haven't aged a day since i left them.
but the love grew old and the songs got dated.
i stopped going out on dates.
now i wait patiently for fleeting moments and stares exchanged to decide the premise of new lovers. they come and go. i go and come.
i generally go too much, can't say i don't like it.
together they make sense. they help me make sense of foot steps i try and trace backwards with the thought of forward motion.
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- amirah tajdin
- Culturally disorganized creature with an unhealthy love for anything remotely related to art, film, music & photography. This is me now. This is some of my photo-work. [amirah.27th @ gmail.com] Follow me here: @AmirahxT