what_belongs
Joana.
There
are
shadows
in
the
corners
of
my
brain
When
I
close
my
eyes
one
of
them
follows
my
thoughts
It
emits
a
light
Varying
from
red
to
white
Its
silhouette
tall
and
slim
All
of
my
memories
converge
to
this
haunting
light
And
form
the
tapestry
of
different
patterns
The
tapestry
that
united
what
belonged
And
what
isn't
supposed
to
be
here
And
always
,
when
my
eyes
close
Covered
by
the
soft
touch
of
the
eyelids
These
memories
strive
for
their
place
in
the
tapestry
A
privileged
place
The
pedestal
of
my
brain
And
all
of
my
being
turns
into
a
battlefield
Between
what
belongs
And
what
isn't
supposed
to
be
here
The
latter
always
wins
As
what
belongs
in
reality
isn't
mine
.
010207
...
mahayana
literature
of
the
fucked
-up
inner
wilderness
what_belongs
to
the
{
second
}
fall
what_belongs
unknown
ranges
what_belongs
defensive
walls
what_belongs
2
this
silence
2
this
loneliness
2
this
[[
words
says
you
email
]]
do
you
have
what_belongs
no
,
nevermind
,
i
have
nothing
that
belongs
020413
...
alien artifact birdmad
not_me_by_a_damn_sight
020415
...
god
like
pat
benatar
said
,
we
belong
020620
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
