|Taken from the top of the Basilica del Voto Nacional in Quito Ecuador as a storm came in, needless to say, we didnt stay up there long in an electrical storm!|
Novemberthere's that restless ache today, and though i stretch and stretch, i still cannot fit comfortably in my skin. everything's tender. and this is not the way it's supposed to be.November by undisclosed
the haunting taste of wedding cake lingers in my mouth
against the metallic of battery acid
and the smell of overripe flowers tickles my nose,
withering in bloom
and i wonder how it would feel to be an oyster,
clutching my pearl,
locked in my shell
content in the darkness and void
but someone always pries open the shell
and then there is no tenderness,
no pearl to clutch,
no darkness to bind the dust...
i look back on my life and feel as if i never existed. i trace my lineage through friends and fragments and moments that seem more of myth than reality - all of it held by a thread so fragile. a thin thread so easily forgotten.
and i could snap any moment.
i could whither into the void that threatens always to consume,
threatens in tones mellifluous and soothing -- calming as a car salesman on
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