untitled

i am a floating vessel on the water, i find

far away from me to be everything; i save
all of my wantonness for you                 and yet
i am no more than the sum of my parts
and a jar of bile to tide me through

Berlin, 25-27.6.2010

feely

touching does not help

it just opens up the wound, i

find myself more porous

a lot more ready to fall down and

it makes me squirm, inside,

a certain sense of rawness

trips the wire that brings out

sentiment, as of now

not required.

Berlin, 25-26.6.10

[Death Cab For Cutie - Meet Me On The Equinox ]