the curl

[pop_up_leeches]

Aujourd'hui i am very tired and sore but always wanting more: snow spice something seething vice
il y a deux ans of empty hands and vertical dance
je crois
je crois je crois..
just want MORE instead of
sifting sand on a beach stretching my limbs like i could reach somewhere 
where everything sticks to flesh
like cold windows and stale smoke

Comments

[gufriend]

I once heard writing a poem in the sand the waves washing it away carry it all over the world.

[pop_up_leeches]

...it is not about sand.

[gufriend]

I know, it's about you and your pain.
But you are the only one who can feel it all directly, we outside you need a medium to connect to it and whatever this is, electrons in network cables, waves in the ocean, formations in the sand, sounds in the wind, cracks in the heart, it will always be hard and error prune to translate the fuzzy picture back into the original meaning.
But we can try and maybe once in thousand years even help someone to get the MORE.

[pop_up_leeches]

it's not about pain either. it is about sex and drugs, my bread and water.