Happiness is the butterfly that leads us on and off

Draw familiar faces onto the blurry random people;
Draw the sun when the sky is wearing sea;
Even when we’re convinced to dive in

To wash off the dirt, body fluids,
and pieces of imagination that we take into eachother’s beds with a loud splash.
Silence choir: heavy
The ritual to protect me from the magic that the things I can’t have carry

Luigi Anghinoni
10/05/2010