You who found me
has uncovered
secrets of forgotten cities-
secret gardens
and entire biospheres we did not know
existed in our oceans.
You who has found me
know more than those who have written my story
that have weaved it
those three fates in a cave
full of prehistoric creations of sulphurous rocks
made into shapes beyond imagination
or the cognition
of all others.
I sit at the bottom like a mermaid hero
like the villain of other tales
it depends on the reader as much as the writer
I would not lightly call myself a treasure-
other than the erotic kind
that I know has crossed most people's minds.

you are delicious
and force me to be concise
with my honesty
I who have never been
so open
like books we both carry in our heads
this is an interesting thought process

you make me want to spill my guts on your shoes and apologize for ruining them despite the fact that it was you that made me feel sick in the first place
you could convince a person to move to hell and stay there for an eternity
and I? I'm ready to rob a bank anytime.
 I want to keep my secrets and at the same time I want to tell you about everything I've ever seen and smelt, every prick of a thorn tree that made me lose blood, every goosbump that has crossed my thighs.

that being said, how long will I stay? How long before my stomach stops curdling and I break another ankle leaping across the street (the ocean)?

I’m making all kinds of resolutions like giving books a chance I never wanted to before.

I feel glorious. Sometimes I catch myself in a mid breath drool

m going back to where the devil may take me 

the huntress mights hunt me

and time is for the lonely

to think 

that its something of which i have plenty

oh and-

50 horses maybe 46, maybe less, clamoring towards me

hooves moving in unison

and heads bobbing in my direction

with a distinct smell of mushrooms, grass, the mountains

fresh dung too

which to me smelled like roses

this elixir of life

this is my heavenly experience

For all that we destroyed together
for each breath
THAT SINGLE ONE THAT
 I couldnt catch
you caught me
in the midst of a murder plot
I would like to murder someone,
feel life kicking out form underneath
thrown into hell by life's horse
but could it be any worse than not knowing you
one day?
If I could stretch my limbs
without climbing on a medieval rack
I would reach you
happily
and this nightmare would cease
my breath would stop
and we would live in death and beyond.

The thought
and thoughts of it all
gives me slivers
of shivers
and I cock my head towards you waiting for you
to make the next move
on our giant lifelife chessboard
when you call me your
"childlike empress"
and I know that we are
the neverending story
my charming Balthazar Bux

i fall in in love with those who love me back. it has always been this way. When my eyes dart from under my lashes and my cheeks get red its because of the way you look at me, no matter how much I beat my mind up over it.
There are so many parts of me that truly believe in the stories that I create in my mind. I just want some belief, some answers, some finger pointing about the direction I should take in life. I want someone to shake my skinny breakable wrists, and break my heart but finally, tell me, what I should be "when I grow up"
Life is too complicated and sometimes I feel like the way I'm living it is akin to a Kamikaze pilot.

there are so many parts of me that are grateful for having known you and so many parts of me that wish I could dedicate more of my patience in your direction so that we could still exist together.
then there is me flying away (as usual) because I got frightened and unhappy
because I had a small bout of maudlin, of wanting to see what I can do with myself elsewhere

I dont really know where to go anymore. I leave in 20 days to go to Slovakia and who knows from there and to where.