A work in progress

 

just djarum

Detox tea in her hand
and a cigarette on her lips;
craving for order in the caos of the mind.

Love floods her heart
and yet unsynchronized with his distant
-but oh, so lovely-
tempo.
Drilling commands into his god blessed-mind:
Passive-aggressiveness at its best worst.

Yoga as her motto
and alchemy under her sleeve;
destroying to create
-whatever she’d just shattered…-.

No fear of fellow death,
for hope is a mythical place.

Peace is all she aims for:
believe that.

She’s a walking contradiction:
A work in progress.

Gary Jules – Mad World