Thirsty
I bit my lip and the blood started pouring…it was dark green, had a silky touch and tasted like iron…it stained the ground and made an awkward drawing in the sky…it has no sense, yes I know it…god, I’m so thirsty…I wanna drink the hot rain, I wanna feel the ice melting in my hands, I wanna float on a river that will take my to the ocean, but I really, really want to never return…I’m thirsty of freedom and I know that you can’t give it to me…geez, why does it have to be like this, why can’t I be who I am…and now, I can’t taste the blood anymore…
