Monday, 20 June 2011

Poetry is cool

donged the bell. Poetry brings me down it dinged the very next moment. Not being really fair here, as I already arrived there in a bit of a strange mood. On the way I thought: I am feeling a bit down, what music could pick me up on the way? Joy Division. And when that happens to you you know you have found yourself in a corner. A dark corner. Full of rusty nails scattered on the floor. Kneeling down. Lying face down. Given the time to contemplate. Waiting for the morning to come.

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