i really feel wristtwisted
like a demon is being excersized from my body tonight. it will bring good things. it will not be allowed into my body again. ill have to concentrate hard and focus my energies directly into music, but it will work. i wish to take this change on like a baby takes his first breath of air from inbetween his mothers legs. a lateral full blast waterfall, running dead on into my face and eyes. CHANGE. difference. good things. falling in love. sneaking out at night. writing words on things you're not supposed to. fun. finding the right way for hands to fit together. defying sex roles. and rules. bending the limits that once constrained us both to twist and turn so so sexily.
ive been down to the bottom. the very bottom of everything. i wake up on dirt. my hair was just a pack of cigarettes that ended up all butts. my clothes a shelter where i can hide from sun and foe. but no more. i learned what i needed to from that part of life. i appreciate it. wouldnt trade it for the world. but now, it seems like the past. and that, thats a first.
ive been down to the bottom. the very bottom of everything. i wake up on dirt. my hair was just a pack of cigarettes that ended up all butts. my clothes a shelter where i can hide from sun and foe. but no more. i learned what i needed to from that part of life. i appreciate it. wouldnt trade it for the world. but now, it seems like the past. and that, thats a first.