you want in your
mind and your gut and
But I don’t want you
to fuck the whole
world to find out. Charles Bukowski (via saliorbabe)
- Dad: Why are your eyes so red, son?
- Son: I smoked weed, dad
- Dad: Don't lie to me, you were crying because you are a faggot
I feel so disconnected. Autopilot. Familiar faces and gestures have yet to comfort me. It’s always the same. There’s got to be more to life than this ..
It feels good to be home again
How I have missed the warm tips of your nimble fingers
the lovely sadness in your voice
the ache inside myself to swoon.
Settle no more.
The fool is me. Time is what you seek, time alone is what you desire to better your doubts and longings and time is what I so eagerly hand over. So trusting I am, surely the twit . By all means enjoy your nights all but desolate with the company of the plain seductress. So sure of what she possesses is of my deepest yearning. I continue to wait, detached like a blind child grasping the murmurs of my one and only, who resides in his bed, unpromising consolations going all around. Forlorn you are not.