� Dripping wax � 2007-07-18 � 8:39 p.m. �
Occasionally when I'm feverish I dream in words... and answers find me in alphabets within the electrics of my mind...
Like the entry before this one... I wax poetic like it's something I usually do.
It's not.
It's the strangest thing... but it is, what it is, in the end... the inside needing to come out...
I feel long ends tickling my back, lately... I feel a lot of threads I need to cut...
May it come to me when I'm not burning up... may courage come to me when I'm sane.
May my skin cool down just a little bit so I can rest... and wake up unchanged.
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