and because you’re my now and my as long as possible, will you lay still with me in some amusing state of inexistance that can sit unnoticed between the folds of time and reality. We can endulge in a made up bliss of past and present,
i can link words to your silhouette or try to paint the air with red felttipped lines between my thoughts and your soul. I’ll try and name your soul.
As if your own name didn’t already send pulses from the hearts of all men, to burst through my flesh, and nestle between my lungs, deafening my own bloodpump with the drumming of all sounds and the beating of gravity that last night, brought my knees to the kitchen floor. I’d waited so well for all of my tremmors to pass, but then, what was the point..
doesn’t really know what i look for. He doesn’t know where i’m standing tonight. In the night, To the night, on the curtained darkness great in height.
That’s never ok. Watch me please, for i make up my own words, i think wild, i play out of boundaries, off the rails, for life will not, i will refuse, life, can’t ever catch me.