i take to sleep again where i dare pretend
electric shocks from the most complex of machines- the human heart.
thoughts swirl madly on nights like this. there's the constant sounds of horns, blaring from near and far. the aftertaste of fruit, cocnut rum, and spiced potatoes lingers in my mouth, decidedly good and bad all at once. my body seems to say sleep and my mind is overcharged - electified, if you will - filled with strange images. i want to dip my hands into red paint and capture some of it. i want to go to sleep and dream and reveal none of it. i think, sometimes, i'm stuck in a kind of time-warp, where i'm thirteen or so, unable to process or accurately voice my thoughts. coherency would be an added bonus at this point, methinks.
tomorrow morning, i'm making breakfast for lord-knows how many people.