for a certain reason I can do nothing
for a certain reason I breathe heavily
for a certain reason I can’t take my eyes of you
how do I look?
how do I look when I look at you?
do I look like a clown, or a witch?
how do I look in front of you?
I know you don’t mind
don’t read my mind
I don’t mind
embrace the moon
the moon is too far
they want the moon
I want the moon
Fiska Oktavia, April 14, 2014