my body would like to say something to one specific part of itself right now: why are you trying to run me into the ground, you inconsiderate asshole??
maybe i should give up drinking coffee at 11 PM for Lent. good idea. i am up and writing ridiculous things because i have neat friends that stimulate my brain almost as much as caffeine.
extant gratification
i am on a plane with the new gloss of a precious and stolen metal
but you wave at the terminal, heavy with your baggage
and dead end thoughts
please know the compass in your heart
gravitates in my direction
always chasing me
hear me through the streets and walls
hear me as you dance with sleep
and the breathes that are not too far behind
bathe in their satisfaction, their hunger for your needs
i am your song of joy
your echo of guilt
but the vine of a fruitful seed
i now require sleep, so i can wake up in 10 hours and realize this doesn't make as much sense as i thought it did.
warmest regards as i mutate into a zombie,
v.m.a
