Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Friday, June 17, 2005

Revelations

The only thing I can hold onto is myself

It would seem I am worrying less about everything and more about nothing

What I have, I have in abundance

I don't think I miss what I don't have

I have lightning in my fingers and I can make it come out my eyes

My senses are maxed out

I'm going to take them higher

I've been able to touch you at will but am struggling to find myself

Although I know exactly where I am

I've never been this close to this many people

I'm usually alone

I'm never alone

I keep wanting more

Too much of a good thing is still not enough

I'm ravenous

I can feel myself fall apart

When I say I want to take you apart it's for your own good

Because sometimes you need to be broken down

So I can put you back together again

Better

Stronger

I've never been more urgent

I've never been able to accept this much

I've never been more sensual

I've never been more sexual

Neither have you

I know you

I understand you

I can feel you

I know where you are

I hear everything you say

I know how to find you

I know how to reach you

I've never had more to give

And I have more to give

There is nothing I won't tell you

Even if it hurts you

Or me

Nothing has ever been this simple

Or this complicated

But it just doesn't matter

Does it?