It’s another season, and the planets have run down that same old circle. You’ve packed your bags and moved up to another mess, and me, it’s come down to me kneeling on the ground gasping for air, unable to breathe, dying. This is me. The one who’s supposed to get it. But what do IContinue reading “Last one at the end of the circle”
You’re a lover of beauty, but I absolutely love it when you draw ugly things. It’s like dissecting through me and tantalizing on the hideousness, unevenness, asymmetries, quirks, faults and mistakes. It’s gutting my pain, and somehow finding a hidden rainbow From splatters of chaotic colors. I love it when you see it; these burstsContinue reading “Love from the inside”
Look sweetheart, my life is fked up and I’m pretty much a mess, but look at me! All goofy and funny, hanging low and smiling with a missing buck tooth and with raggedy old baggy pants on. Can’t you see? I’m dyin, but I’m smiling All for you, and all for me, sweetheart.