It’s crazy…people think I’m soft, soft like a pillow but deep inside – wait, no, just underneath the surface I am hard, hard like metal Hard like steel Titanium Adamantium So hard it may as well be unreal (I’m not real) I drink. I can drink. I do drink; drink rivers Drink waterfalls Drink like … Continue reading
She is not what I would have wanted to choose for myself (note: this is not to say she is not what I want. she is.)
I want her.
Who hears when there are no ears open? Who hears when hearts are closed off? Continue reading
People have written odes, arias, even operas for me Thrown at my feet their bodies and souls in effort for my favor
I want to live a public life.
There are two types of people in this world: those that sleep and those that don’t. You can always tell the former; they have the stench of contentment along them, the lassitude of hours of uninterrupted rest. It wafts about them, this perfumed cloud of sleepy smoke, tantalizing and always, always just outside of my reach. She … Continue reading
The moment my friends tell me, after an evening out or a great weekend, that they want their spouse, partner, girlfriend, boyfriend, lover, paramour, crush, et al. to be like me, they diminish themselves in my eyes. I say this not meanly but honestly.
I feel low. I crouch myself down into the corner of my kitchen, against the dishwasher and the cabinet full of pots and pans, and the hardness of the silver handle presses against my neck, the pain reminds me of the living state that I remain in and–