12 x 12 lives to live...The dimensions of disaster
keep this ark afloat with letters posted at the price
of pride...And they fail us.
Yet flow with the missed chance of one last taste of
affection. You have nothing on these miserable jokes
of intimate pasts and the rose coloured lense of truth.
And all the unconscious unfolded unspoken - Remember
- There's something to be said for the ones you think
of last when there's nothing left to salvage from your
fucking past. I've stopped drawing that scene and started
speaking in tongues. A new state of mind is long overdue,
it's time I inhaled with a new set of lungs.