Aug 10, 2009 22:32
I've been working on a piece that speaks of sex and desperation...Tell me about your love affairs. Tell me about your moral resignation. Is this love of ours a lie? Is it killing me alive? Is this love of ours a lie? Is it chemically derived to ascertain
And sequester the pain. What I've saids been said. What I've knowns been known for longer than I have known. But I still/always sink into the slightest moments of love. For a brief moment, I know, time, no time. But only what is staring back at me. And I shirk back scared out of body into my corner of time.