this ain't poetic or any kinda thang.
just a bubbly note on an intoxicated evening.
just a moment in time that slowed for...a moment.
and a thought in a head emptied of stuff.
just a day of stuff emptied of thought.
it's just.
just not this.
this is just.
not.
soooo...it began like this...
people fuck you over. it's true. the person that fucks me hardest would be me. and it ain't even a fun kinda kinky.
liminal.
my favorite word.
my way
path
lost
again
and on the way to duct taping new found injuries i remembered something. well, i didn't, but it seems like a good way to begin...a kind of 'once upon a time'. or not. again.
thankful.
i thought.
remembered.
meant.
forgot.
i forget a lot sometimes. almost more than i've ever known. or more. it's sometimes hard to tell. sometimes like always. always like never.
again..i degress.
not in a dress.
in blue jeans dressed in cocktails.
not cock.
not now.
i'm tired and have a headache.
ache.
again.
so again, i'll try to begin.
the point.
being.
being.
is the point.
or not.
again.
i begin.
with this.
thanks.
giving.
i give thanks.
no really.
i do.
now.
and then.
a lot.
seldom.
never enough.
for you.
you being me.
i think.
but i never thought.
thank you.
thank you.
thank you.
for you.
liminal.
where we meet.
and i'd never be able to draw this line in the sand.
if you handn't given me the chalk.
giving.
thanks.
this place.
where i meet you.
intoducing me to sanity.
you be the glue
i be the mess
thanks for giving.
