Je t'aime.

navigating the fog

this funk got me round the ankles... (but it drives me i think?)

when my head can't pick a path to take, when everything sounds good

and nothing sounds right. when i'm reading 3 books at once, listening to good, sweet songs, watching movies, dreaming, daydreaming, evening dreaming, projects scattered round waiting for my hands and juice to flow at the same time...and i'm trying to read Plato, really read it, because dammit i really want to...i want to know what everything means...i want lock combination's, keys, treasure maps...and today i feel like my perception is inside the cave...but i want to be seeing "it" in the light- and man, sometimes i do... but not today.

its like when i see a house and then i see a whole life inside it, but then i think of there and i remember that i can't have any of that here, and then i see i'm a traveler, but then my toes start sprouting roots...and then that changes, i am always changing and sometimes i just wanna stay the same.

tides in and out, in and out and i never catch them out to sea- i just wet my whistle, and my feet stay soggy but my hair doesn't get wet... and sometimes i wish i had the map to my life so that i could navigate, because i am a poor sailor- today

Deep inside my heart and its splintered at its core
Molden curdle of milken puddle
Dreams of warm breasts settling in my mouth
To be my spouse make a bale and a house
Apple tree, drunken brawl domestically
Dirty dog dusty pawed bloody nose roses embroidered sheets
Dangle like women in the breeze on a line above the yard
In my heart a flower dies slow like a campfire covered
In piss mellows like snow fall

-cocorosie

the dream

The dream was always running ahead of me.
To catch up, to live for a moment
in unison with it
that was the miracle.
~Anais Nan

layers

If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time,
then I'm neurotic as hell.
I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another
for the rest of my days.
-sylvia plath