23/08 Friday. I don't want to talk about it. Still, there's
nothing to talk about. Another line is wasted. So is another
day. The tower will never be finished. Smoke gets far in
life, into hair and out of buildings. It is of no use to
people so they never bother watching it, never bother taking
it for themselves.
We smashed another dream tonight, I can't quite recall which
one. I think it was not to speak in riddles. Speak in love,
please speak to me in love. I need your words more than you
do I'll give you mine in return please speak. Disturb this
pre-morning silence with your love.
Remember me if I forget you, love me when I have refrained
from loving myself. I shall do the same for you. I will love
you blind. I will love your body and disregard your mind,
and then the other way around. Around you like a moon to the
earth. You be my goddess and I will hate myself for loving
you too much or too you. I will hesitate. I won't say it. It
will stumble out of me, bloody wounds showing - I love.
there is so much futility to that without you. Who are you,
anyway? Will I know you when I meet you? Will I meet you?
Will I hate you or loving me? Will I think it unfair? Will
they finally leave me to rot? Will time stop and love get
out of the car and kiss me on the cheek and tell me that we
could have had something but was too late or she was or late
was too now. Deliver flesh and happiness. Please.