revelry
back again for confession.
i know if he shows up now and i've been getting drunk alone, he will feel more attached to me. i'll wait however long, until he finishes his beer with his friend, and i'll wait for him.
duties neglected, a paper due, and montezuma has opened my tear ducts and i've cried because i'm sad, but also, because the world sucks.
i have had more fun in the past few days than...
many of my friends reminisce about their youth and i don't want to go back. i want to be here now. i am enjoying life. i know love. i know pain. i have a tattoo, finally, and it enlivened my flesh and bone, gave it imagination; made me feel how my nerves are connected from shin to shoulder.
i am alone, desperate, happy, contained, and bursting... bursting at the seams. the seams, fragile threads, drunken ribbons, licentious things.
i wish you were here but want you far, far away; want to clothe myself in earth so you can't see me with your bright eyes.
falling down, tripping, is evolving. growing, learning. the philosopher dies again and again.
he's the fool, tripping over cracks in the sidewalk.
they teach of mayhem, of mistrust, of beauty.
for some reason the straight, narrow, or blank is never beautiful.
i know if he shows up now and i've been getting drunk alone, he will feel more attached to me. i'll wait however long, until he finishes his beer with his friend, and i'll wait for him.
duties neglected, a paper due, and montezuma has opened my tear ducts and i've cried because i'm sad, but also, because the world sucks.
i have had more fun in the past few days than...
many of my friends reminisce about their youth and i don't want to go back. i want to be here now. i am enjoying life. i know love. i know pain. i have a tattoo, finally, and it enlivened my flesh and bone, gave it imagination; made me feel how my nerves are connected from shin to shoulder.
i am alone, desperate, happy, contained, and bursting... bursting at the seams. the seams, fragile threads, drunken ribbons, licentious things.
i wish you were here but want you far, far away; want to clothe myself in earth so you can't see me with your bright eyes.
falling down, tripping, is evolving. growing, learning. the philosopher dies again and again.
he's the fool, tripping over cracks in the sidewalk.
they teach of mayhem, of mistrust, of beauty.
for some reason the straight, narrow, or blank is never beautiful.