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By darwin Date: 2004 Jul 29 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.29.18.15.27112]] |
| I dance away from your words sometimes. sugar coated it would seem. i bat my eyelashes and hope that you look at me and think beautiful, instead of the sometimes clumsy words that tumble from my mouth. sometimes there doesn't seem to be substance, just a chalky residue that outlines curious misgivings and broken contracts. i don't have much faith anymore, and i seldom believe in things I see. but when i touch you there, and i feel your cool skin after a night of open windows. i feel grounded, and alive. i feel that sudden whisp of existential thoughts, and of alternative realities. I believe in philosophies and the dichotomy of minds and mouths as they meet. |