i'm drunk. on two glasses of wine. okay. two and a half. alright. three...
numb. but it really isn't. you just don't care anymore. but it's still there. and you look for inspiration from the floating clouds, from the V shaped birds flying overhead....from red tail lights on their way home, stuck in a traffic jam... you want to kiss the world, then slap its smart-ass face. you want to dial his number, but fall asleep instead.
what do you do with all of this heavy love? you drown in it. breathe it. dream about it. hug it tightly in your sleep. you refuse it. ignore it. resolve that it'll never go away...
and in a fish eye i see the sky. i see my birth and death. i watch your love swim around red blood vessels. never drowning. never going away...i dream a spark, see the light, living in the dark.
m, i've hated you since for ever. and will love you way past that. unconditionally. no strings. no nothing. pure and intoxicating. way past the best. farther than pluto, hotter than mercury, softer than stars...