Angst

I do not understand why I am not allowed to walk without holding some one or the other's hand. Why is it that I'm EXPECTED to be weak?? Is it just because I'm small that people love to molly coddle me?? AND they expect me to love it too! Here I am enjoying this beautiful day. Enjoying but my enjoyment is restricted. Restricted by these hands which extend my personality but at the same time they suppress it. It seems to be a nice world all right. But only if I'm allowed to look at it. Free!! Here I am, being taken across the road, not being allowed to enjoy the dirt and muck which I would love to roll in! Add to that, this guy is prancing about trying to make me smile.

Doesn't he get it?

Imagine

Imagine that you’re a blind man. You’ve been blind since birth. You are now standing on a beach with a friend of yours. You obviously have no sense of what your surroundings look like. Your friend ignites a conversation. He begins to describe an event to you.

Imagine that you’re hearing a song. This song has no lyrics. Touch the music. Run your fingers over snippets of sound. Feel the notes blending. With the blending of the notes experience the swirling and merging of rhythms. This mingled music moulds itself into a marvelous monotone. An ever changing monotone. It becomes subdued, faint. Lingers and exquisitely gives way to the sound of silence.

Imagine.

What do you see?

I miss you a bit.
Not much, just enough to wish
you were dead instead.

Dear (fill in the blank)

Dear (fill in the blank),

All I feel for you now is lust.
It's not the complex kind.
It's not the lust
that grips your insides
and twists your soul.
It's the kind of lust
that you feel
when you walk past
a pretty girl on the road
and wonder, for a second,
what she'd look like
if she were naked
screaming
and bleeding on your floor.