1.1.04

Her skin was drawn

And my thoughts sank by her feelings.
I was drowning
With no concern.

Bubbles rose up from our goblets
Of life.
Or death.

She felt heavy hearted
Saying "we're alive here
But death can come through the door any second"

Though, I felt secure
Her paradisiacal warming hands of heaven
Served me like a cure.

I genuinely feel a great desire
Of sinking in that bathtub again.

Warm water, beautiful angel, a star made of dust:
New Year.