Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "frieze"
duma arantes
I love these freshly mixed colors and how they feel on my face, cool and wet. But you are far more important to me than this warpaint that you applied yourself. On me and on yourself, more for you than me. To be fair, you were always a little selfish with those colors. You've helped build this inside of me and won what was on the outside. But then, these very colors would dry off, crack and you won't be here to peel them off. Though that truly doesn't matter. For you breathed something into me that swallowed everything I didn't need.
Oh, this spiral of colors is everything I wouldn't want.
Mustn't let your gaze wander somewhere else. Do not look at anything other than- just, just look at the books, all of you looking at all of them. Just do that, look at your books and nothing else. No dead weights here. Don't have to be anywhere else when you have always been here.
Must you be there?
A book will never be ready for you, you have to be ready for it. You are the one who must open that door.
Books are here, not there. Breathe them in, and forgive, forgive, forgive, forget.
Forgo this night. But keep in mind, this madness in March is about the wolves .
Oh, this spiral of colors is everything I wouldn't want.
Mustn't let your gaze wander somewhere else. Do not look at anything other than- just, just look at the books, all of you looking at all of them. Just do that, look at your books and nothing else. No dead weights here. Don't have to be anywhere else when you have always been here.
Must you be there?
A book will never be ready for you, you have to be ready for it. You are the one who must open that door.
Books are here, not there. Breathe them in, and forgive, forgive, forgive, forget.
Forgo this night. But keep in mind, this madness in March is about the wolves .
