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5:08 p.m. || 2002-11-20 | My drug. My hallucinogen.. Enthralling me. Copious, bruised. Light and airy.. sickly sweet tang. Pungent and dreamy.. Saves me... Preserves the me I want to be... Free's the me I am. Yet it scares me, I can read the intricate terrifying story of me. Written in ink, Blotted with sorrow. I hate it. I love it. As the words flow, Bubble and run.. like blood, like tears, like a mesmerizing river, as they sift softly, Simmer and sieve, Like ash Like dust Like snowflakes in the wind across the page. Saving me.. in a random scrawl. Releasing me.. The me I am. As if in a dream� The me I want to be� Blanketing me. There is never a hesitate, Never fidget nor a block. I just overdose..page after page.. And I�m unbound.
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