bend your ear toward the adjectives of your life,the shapes of it (curling furtive sly and shy). do you wish to stop and yearn to die? bedazzle me now this is a burst of stars streaming down my skin fast and hotly and swirling confused and back to sky. i am at a loss.

i think deep down every human being on this lonely planet just wants a warm, wet, weightless atmosphere to return to at the end of the night.

and i will, i know, live not long but just with each breathing.

enfin.