Not Living Without These Lately

DEEP GRIEF

It's ok, keep going

Fuck off! Your heart is blind Your eyes are staring at the shadows of your own cave You're holding onto a loop, a loop I don't belong. Please go back to that road Cause my guts hate when you're cut by half Go back to the shitty colors, there where mine don't fit. Cause after all, you've never been here, you're still a stranger. I am to you, a stranger too. You don't know me, you don't know me at all. I'm not leaving. I'm untangling.

Nadine Bourgne

Pierrette Bloch Ohne Titel, 1975 Tusche auf Papier, 75 x 57 cm Courtesy Galerie Greve, Köln, Paris, St. Moritz. Foto: Adam R. 

How can something abstract, like love, be limited?