Everything becomes complicated..and everything becomes uncomplicated..and folds unfold and I see a picture on my wall and I say what happened what went wrong?..
And then complicated becomes interesting and uncomplicated gets boring..and I become a water fall on a windy mountain..
Clouds can talk, and if you listen closely you can hear them cry. I throw away all my words and someone will try to make sense of the uncanny thoughts of a thoughtless mind.
Risk becomes an everyday job..sleeping is harder and harder as time goes by..they say Cannibalists love a child's flesh..and I feel I'm becoming more and more tasteless as time goes by...Life is forever in my mind and I know some particles may be left behind. But everytime we walk we leave little scraps on the carpet so I never worry too much about holding on to my atoms...
I keep trying to find the thread that used to define me and I get tangled up in colors and unknown scents that all seem to come from me..my flesh..my bones..So I stop looking, and I halt the motions on the tip of my fingers...these fingers are meant to do so much, what can I do? Something tells me they're not mine!!
I love you.
Whoever you are.
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