my pain‘s real right now.
beeping out for a connection. touré says move on to the next thing; im not feeling it.
trying to make moves but moves ain’t making me.
this blackness is bleak.
im shifting in multiple directions with hesitation marks all over the planet.
all is looking toward the big d; but, I don’t wanna go there.
my desire is to lie comfy in my bed until the wind changes.
yes, it always changes, rabbit !
didn’t you know?
not even you…