curious? i am too.

[amy_acup]

how eminently different we exist; a year later
luckily,
things taste better on the way back down.

traumatized lemon trees overtake a burning storage room
while i stay awake in solitude, ephedra free
from the same desert, toward the same dark sky

my tired eyes insistent- ultramarine--

and demons,
the end of superstition
overwhelming in their modesty.

patience! he says, and i show cruelty
expecting desire in return.

well, ill ask forgiveness for having lived on lies.
and thats that.