i remember this cafe, mornings crackling with the pain of ending and beginning.
a large industrial fan shoves air back and forth, beads of sweat roll down my back most days, summer will end. human relationships bring it all out of us, holy shit.
social networks are metaphors for our egos.
i wanted to write something to protect myself, but i'm raw. i'm indefatigably vulnerable. it's an amazing freedom, knowing you're going to allow everything to hurt and restore if given time.
time is a medium, don't fuck with me. i will worship the ability to pass through, i will honor the magic. that much i will do.
the terror half-hour, remember it? i felt an earthquake at 3:32am this morning. like a waterbed rolling back and forth, the ground providing catalyst for movements of lovers. lips on lips, hearts beating perpendicular, one collection of delicate storytelling, athletic, culminating, caring. one day the earth will crack and explode uncontainable like a woman's climaxing.
stroll the streets, meet the moon, white through clouds, sky blue, life outdoes any filter and i will grasp and cling, breathe, ascend and descend imaginary stairs and some mornings bite the world and tear it apart with my teeth. i will repaint it, i promise, i will draw lovely shapes again, there's still that life-altering magic, good attitude, good attitude my friend.
i remember the adrenaline of loss and regeneration.
