Oct 30, 2006 23:19
I was in a better place.
I want to be made. I want to be a student of something: I want to learn to say something. I want to be made to see that my time and my colours aren't so vivid as blood and disaster; I want to be made to see with my eyes mostly closed.
I'm trying to be among infinites. I'm trying to be a part of this. I'm trying to stand never sated by the thick softness of my young graceless body; I'm trying to stand challenged by imagery, by both hands.