I am from

[satanicsweater]

wrote this last spring .. it was for some APALTI thing .. i remember the subject was supposed to be
I am from.... so here it is

I am from puddles and pools of love and emotion
From unacceptable blue highlighted hair zones
From dreary evenings spent suffocated in a box on wheels with four other people breathing down my neck
I am from a place where all the light in the world would pale in comparison to the lights that illuminate the streets and shops
From a place where a death is as much a celebration as a birth
From a place that speaks my language, speaks my heart
I am from the street where young, insolent boys break the window panes when bat meets ball
The street where the leaves, in autumn, never fall
A street, my home, a culmination of who I was and was not
I am from that place
I am from me.

it was about home .. so fresh .. the pain was genuine ..the feeling genuine .. i still choke up when i think of india sometimes .. but i dont know if ill ever be able to feel that genuine pain again which i did when i was still a virgin ..untouched and not yet seduced by the united states of america