This umbilicus between contemplation and action is so havoced by grey that the stage we play on should never torture boredom but i find myself living mere moments that if they were all jig sawed together would maybe equal one day in a year of damp I slither from non-care to care-most and somehow, unconsciously, persuade friendships from this maze that are more somnambulism than the conquering of loneliness and the fetid that accompanies it I give to them a part of me that they like more than not but … Continue reading →
Fools! i cry No loneliness is upon me My thoughts are an angry cloud and iâ€™m naked in defense.
Do you intend to make me commitmentâ€™s host, make me laugh and cry, make me walk and talk with ghosts, love me and leave me to die? or is it? a succumbing to the slavering of your tongue, to have your thighs writhe in panting time and your nails to claw for blood, have your waterhole filled only to drown me deep in it â€œLoveâ€ you reply Did your mother forget to teach you that love is a myth…and the reality of myth is pain? Welcome to my dream-mare Hear … Continue reading →