Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Dear Mother,
Do you know that the hollow ebb of my thoughts actually begged to stay home and breath freely the clean air of a dream filled light. The fight to push past the promenade, like walking into a gaining stream, or feeling the incense of a blue sickness curled like a melancholic cat upon your lap. The gravity of every facsimile, inching to gain a clearer view of a future begging to be fed the prism of a sorcerers stone. Something in the fight carried its resplendent charm all along the paved drive. There was an altogether electric and dutiful air. And as manners would it, I elect to speak to my constituents with the algebraic abacus of the heart. In the kinder eyes, the elemental suspensions of earthly contortions begin to approach, like agents ever watchful of the waking. I acknowledge every step, as if one could hear the breathing of all who trespass. In the cupped hands of my friend, I pour the wine of the Bacchanal. Touch softly at the temple near the perfume of her breast.
Youre Loving Son,
~S~
Dear Mother,
Do you know that the hollow ebb of my thoughts actually begged to stay home and breath freely the clean air of a dream filled light. The fight to push past the promenade, like walking into a gaining stream, or feeling the incense of a blue sickness curled like a melancholic cat upon your lap. The gravity of every facsimile, inching to gain a clearer view of a future begging to be fed the prism of a sorcerers stone. Something in the fight carried its resplendent charm all along the paved drive. There was an altogether electric and dutiful air. And as manners would it, I elect to speak to my constituents with the algebraic abacus of the heart. In the kinder eyes, the elemental suspensions of earthly contortions begin to approach, like agents ever watchful of the waking. I acknowledge every step, as if one could hear the breathing of all who trespass. In the cupped hands of my friend, I pour the wine of the Bacchanal. Touch softly at the temple near the perfume of her breast.
Youre Loving Son,
~S~
kristie:
