fisher king's wasteland

a heart stopped silence, dead slow, agonizing pressure building up and holds an eon passes... and then an explosion, fiery warmth flooding in a tidal wave rolling, slamming against the chamber wall and the heart beats once again [ original post ]

i woke up this morning held in jung's strong arms with a worn-out hamilton contorted in mine after a night with hillman who forced himself on me it's a socially painful awakening after so long, so fraudulently isolated in a room full of distorted mirrors and cheap tricks to keep me lost i can only blame myself for entering the labyrinth my cocksure curiosity and relentless self-goading but i am glad to have gleaned the insight: to always turn right [ original post ]

deep underground in a tunnel of humanity the crowd awaits the loud sound of their train to come around in the near-sighted haze stand these figures of inanity seekers of some body-warmth each dreams that they'll be found i see you, and i blush i'm relieved of all my vanity i find no path that's to you i must make one or stand still i squeeze past strangers meet their eyes with my apology so brief, it makes their eyes bright for mere contact brings a thrill i hurry towards you in my race against the train catching glimpses of your face through the smoky waiting air and i think to myself how i'll touch you through the pain how i'll smile through scars to say that i like your different stare if you smile back and your eyes remain so fair perhaps i'll stay with you because this love is just so rare