Priorities
part of a set – had a … whim…
part of a set – had a … whim…
Chair hard, back broken? Spine twisted with sitting.. Head sore, eyes bruised? Neck a steel rod of burning. Air cold, breath dry throat of thorn and bramble. Brain numbed, mind lost? Tired beyond comprehension. Smile…
Waiting for what? for who? That time slips past do i not feel? Noticing not the passing of seconds but aging of souls, the creases, the stresses… Wait.. they say, use patience. Patience thou art…
Remember that night when everything was wonderful, the night you never wanted to end?
I don’t know, it started as an explaination of why I did the things I’ve done – psychologists… answers on a postcard please 🙂 – now it’s an almost painful representation of far too many…
explore in dreams of shattered glass to touch the love of danger enticed the claws of hidden lust soul bondage with a stranger Detest the crooked smile of love Tastes the kiss of hatred strike…