drift

January 31st, 2006

radically drugged by the clump of violet grapes on my hand, i’m venturing into my fiasco-twisted brain… i am here but alone inside the mahogany room of relief, sitting on a plastic chair and keying in words which came out of my hands. hearing the light clanging of my bracelet’s layers, my eyes are totally clouded and shrewd. well, here goes…i wandered in the city alone as usual, barely contemplating on the given freedom i have. fed myself with chippy (garlic and vinegar) and a tall glass of iced tea. nothing too emotional to update about, but i’m distinctively worried about our state. i could visibly remember how i ran my clumsy little fingers over his hair and watch him stare outside the window, saw nothing but the blank brightness. he cares for me, i feel it. got nothing to do earlier but lay back and breathed in the cinnamon-flavored air offered by the incense, and got hold of the precious weed i’d tasted. i can hear the beating of my pulsating blood. i’m out to release everything, i’m out to feel the various stinging made by the sun, to somehow feel the black-fury from the raging city vehicles. now, i’m at a pause and somehow, sated with the spent time. i’m waiting for the clock’s hand to turn five and i’ll be off…