peace.

i dont' deserve rest. i don't deserve peace.
i only want time and time abundance

i'm mentally exhausted, hung dry roughly wringed demin drapes under a mentally blazing sun.

i wish to talk to no one and everyone.

big rush for small days

observing too much of what flies by outside and soulfully regretting myself before exploration.

tsk tsk every gory submission a wasted trip of nonglory and pitdeepness, stone walls and half stop pit pats.

high as blind's sun and more low - breakdown caravan stops once again.

tears culminate in a stagnant pool forced stop short in frozen anticipation, odd in balance, stillness shocks.

movement silences.

these are the stuff submission are made of. oh give me my sugary pill and dump me in unseen shadows. i shall chill forever with my lychee martini and air cd.

and sure enough rejoin myself at the hip with mister experiment once again. this lover he sure is a tough one.