| Always Me... |
[Jun. 21st, 2004|08:49 pm] |
I bought some fresh lilies, on my way back home after work, in the rush hour throngs, in the heavy air with mixed smells, stuck and a bit disoriented.
Four weeks of not writing a single word but official emails, tons of them, and endless working hours, the emptiness in my heart started to spring and grow, started to tramp my pride in acting professional and businesslike.
I wanna explode, even on the street, even with winking eyes, even with so many questions left, I wanna explode. I have been storing "me" energy for a damn fossil spell and all the conclusions under the confusion should be released through the spasm of drunkenness.Only the exquisite blast gets me to my emotional peak, far away from earth, as high as the universe itself.
In the very coverage of the summer rain, the terrene wind humbles my lurid fantasies, my ego loftdried, my greed spread all out, my muscles tingled... Leave me outside the picture, I am not the main role, but I would watch, closely and carefully, to the density of human natue and the unlikeness of life. I am me, always me, and I will write, in here, I have my most incredible orgasms through words. I am a lucky gal to feel the miracle of it. |
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