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
I want to feel you cozy up to me on the inside; you know, inside my feelings. You feel so good there.
artist: andre kohn, the kiss
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…