Thought

Thought,

the dream of whiplash

clothes scratch.

Stripped the mask,

bare skin,

isolation of the time.

Longing arms of the dive.

I hope you find

 a pearl inside me.

too disarmament

the idea of flight,

I'm like a butterfly

beautiful and delicate.

Devoid of flowers, and honey;

refreshing water.

the place of the current

dwell,

join with friends

the anger of the vibrating.