Jun 19, 2007 20:09
he stepped away, and demons have replaced him.
the repression i felt with him was simply the pressure
of seams holding you together. now they have given way to mania
the need to overindulge, to aim for dangerously high mountain tops.
my days shift through worlds which i pass through and observe
the odd creatures native to each. meanwhile, i am reassessing
what i know, and what i have yet to hunt down and catch.
poetry,
mania,
poem,
him