I could always go home
But home’s decaying
Home’s drying up
I run to another room in my mind
There’s no bed for me
Even the floor is unfit
Where’s my place?
Where’s it gone?
I’ve no place to call my own
Left alone in this world just like I came…
art: miguel linares rios
So you think you’re in love & wanna get married? Take a look @ what some say you oughta have in your relationship before you take the plunge…
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…