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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