[ Monday, August 09, 2004 ]
my right now
is not similar to
your yesterday
they are not the same.
though our bodies have traveled identical countries,
your arteries boil with paranoia
a thirst for catastrophe--the moment
your world will chaotically mushroom, bloom
into heaps of metal & dust,
fragments suffocating
then severing
the impossible head of hope.
my skin is injected with the words of a city,
the electricity of a touch
the tingling of histories so compact & tightly woven--
arms - legs - abdomen - neck
tagged with my own unreadable graffiti, quietly simmering
while the blood inside my stem brews
into something a bit more than everything,
into something new & beautiful & mad.
you will choose starvation
but i am quietly hungry,
nibbling on thens & nows, sipping
on 3 am fog & a life that will leave me
so full.
~ Rebecca 10:47 PM [+]
Every now & then we need nights out encountering druggies & drunks...possibly even being one of those. I like that strange people gravitate toward me. I don't know if it's that I'm more perceptive to those types because I just sense a story waiting to jump out of their skin...or because I don't really pay attention to people who seem to be more 'typical'. I love those moments though. When you feel like you're caught in a whirlwind...no sleep, lots of action. Makes me feel like I'm experiencing this world the way it is meant to be experienced. Then again...I like solitude too. I think somewhere, there's a perfect balance.
