11.07.2009

slowly

++ slowly ++

Requested what

Yesterday

Desert you.

Hoped what

It by being for myself

Because I am afflicted

It was requested.

Yesterday

Carry you out.

It was hoped.

Pains of me are divided.

Defend excluding me.

In the interstice

It becomes impossible to breathe.

It is likely to struggle.

To the interstice

When I exist

There is a thought thing.

There is previously ..that.. the future.

If there is past before that

I who is now also

Moreover, one shape.

Thinking about it

If you afflict me

It is stopped to reconsider.

Without thinking

It bends one's steps quietly now.

To my present self's the state as it is

And,

Isn't it good?