Industrial white, with tiles and cords,
a red outline, here and then not.
I can't put the feeling into human words.
There's no winding corners, but I find myself lost.
The questions I answer, the answers I seek.
A priceless way of paying the cost.
Give me a situation born from words on a sheet.
Ask me what I would do in this situation,
but I can't put myself into other peoples shoes if they don't fit my feet.
DU LIEST GERADE
Poems probably
Poesiethe later parts are a lot better than the first ones in my opinion poems and random stuff i want to put on here
