The Epistle of Moon to Comet | 02
THE INDIFFERENT FISH WHO CAN'T SWIM
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There's two rivers in my way, I don't know what to choose.
My head is full of confusion in the midst of sexual orientation.
I don't know who to love, or do I know what I have done?
But I know that I'm fucked up, too fast for this love.
It said I had these negative and positive vibes.
The abused became the abuser.
If I tell you that I'm willing to heal you, will you believe it?
In this dark and lovely experience, it's a skin disease.
I'm a believer, but I really don't want you to be implicated.
But i can't help it but to reach your fingers who brush my cheeks
I apologise, paralysed, scared at your eyes.
Will you hate me? love me or hear those memories
I'm indeed an idiot, I can't swim in those rivers and oceans.
Don't feel sorry for my own fault; just go and dive.
The fish really can't help it but to eat what you're feeding.
And be the comets of you, a poisonous sign.
Nightfallabo
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