trampette

oh dear......

paradise has dug a hole inside all of me, that is I am quite perfectly carved out, just a trace of skin is all around, much like some damned halo.....but i've not had many thoughts in my head.....

you could say i have been collecting coins in my fountain and the water is turning copperish green, sorry..........

it is an incomprehensible yet meticulous span of time, and it all drains away from me, 'cause i can't fucking pick up a pen anymore, my booming lamentation....i beg and beg and plead, let me write again, like before, like before I was tied down by love, by age, by expectations, by self-criticism....i want to be in love with myself again.......................cling to cinders, feel the flame and the twinkle

perhaps....sometime in the near future, this too will pass......melancholy, the most hideous pet, how she has drunk me dry, kindle me alive again with some of your water, splash me gently, bathe me awake.....what an aching for dew............

oh dear.... dear fox, dear wolf, dear comatose rabbit............................................................