return to (un)innocence

trying to form beautiful phrases amidst the roaring sounds of the moving taxi and the raindrops outside.
VROOM. VROOM.
tick. tick.

and my lips begin to chap.

i am angry.
you should’ve asked for guidance.
you are a fool.

my chapped lips begin to quiver.

the taxi stroll further to the breezy fog.
like an airplane.
but it is useless.

my quivering lips begin to tremble.

i hate you.
i don’t deserve to be like this.
getting less when i pay for more.

my trembling lips are entirely chapped.
tick. tick.
VROOM. VROOM.

failing to form beautiful phrases amidst the roaring sounds of the moving taxi and the raindrops outside.

 

 

 

– previously posted here – 

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