06.21.04 - 1:21 am

speak to no man of this. this burning behind the eyes. this fickle tantrum of thoughts. welling fatigue. uneasy anticipation.

they dart they flicker they dive and turn.

its cloudy here you know. sometimes, in the morning light, the purples and yellows creeping like flames from the table of horizon. watching the hues of skin turn from pale to red to orange to yellow and to white. the electrifying of the air after a cloud of water. the smell of new. the warmth against your face in the thickets of memories. crouching low of the sage, the crumbling of past choices. moving forward, pleasing those who you pass, chastizing yourself when you recognize him in others. point to them with remorse blaming them for who they will become as you yourself fade into compliance. remember enjoying what you had. think about what tastes better, experiencing or remembering. cool water running down hands wrists forearms. closed eye smiles and everything youve ever wanted swarming below you in you and through you.

remember when you actually wanted? remember when you actually received?

deep inside rolling and tumbling. its dry here and they dont care. squinting with laughter but no one can tell what you think. a plateau of desire peaked with needs. endless fields of closed oppertunities.

youve set the table.

soon it will be time to eat.