inspiration, like a masturbating hand to my heart
the sweaty saturation, your hand lends
the sick deep black, hued like the center of this world
conceptual feelings given a small little marker, an ok
i want to forget it all sometimes
drip like a faucet into the center of my being
drink like i’m thirsty from the stream of well-done.
i wanna try a new method, new beginning.
i will be the next one up for a taste of the thing, undone.
i did an ab stretch workout today, leaving me withered and exhausted half-perched up on the couch, half-passed out since my muscles are like, “what the fuck man”? i became slightly obsessed with the health of me. i quit smoking. (for real this time). i think i’m saving drinking for those moments i need a little laugh. i don’t need things like that. i don’t need those influences. i don’t need a belief system to subscribe in. because it’s just me i need to believe.
