i felt so assured and well rested
and any lack of communication makes me wonder about lack of thought..
i have not been so busy yet, i have not been so ignorant.


the lilacs hit me again tonight, along with the fog
the foggy lilacs that invaded my lungs and tried to suffocate me
with their delicious smells
and the lovely delicate shapes
like a charged murder mystery
i can feel like plankes of the earth shifting below me
the stars shifting above
and the moonlight casting his eerie glow upon the pale purple flowers
the lavender lilacs seeming so morose
as to decorate my own grave-
-a coffin full of lust despair and shaking hands