The writer of Peach Kite loves pretty tea cups, literature, anomalies, sorbet, frolicking, english breakfast tea and sundresses.
What happened here? What is this world?
It’s too far from the heart of a girl
Ripping the heart from the drop of a pearl
I’m on the shore waiting for the heart of a girl
I wish there was an anecdote for my woes
An eight ball that would make infallible decisions
Because there’s a feeling creeping under my skin,
Oscillating
Like a windsurfer taken by the wind
Moments of sadness
Warped in time
Casette taped and played on end
Ears grow tired but the pain remains
Buried burdens resurface
So that everything collects
Like shells washed up on the ocean shore
Like debts you owe
I will not accompany you into the darkness
“Because all I seek is happiness and if you cannot provide it
You are worthless to me”
As blank eyes shed salt tears
Left to dry on their own




