Lost Love Lust

Tags: feeling

• bubbles of expansion.

  I am a bubble. I am a cloud. I am everything I’m not allowed. I take flight late in night, when all feels right. My mind, at elevation beyond comprehension. Realization of all invention, in a different dimension. My attention, no longer in prevention. There is a certain suspension in the thought of apprehension. But [...]

• epitome & tapioca.

  The smell of oriental rice fills the house. Her dress spins lightly across the kitchen, humming softly, she drops a trickle of salt into the pan. Her shirt is a 1970′s beauty. Colorful, light dances upon the silk pink of her cheeks. A smile is such a joy when it is accompanied with the thought [...]

• banal & dominance.

  A CD repeats as the distinct pattern to her high heels fill the tiles with resonance. Dear Lust, a bit of fun perhaps? Why yes dear, of course. Would be quite the pleasure. Introduce fierce look in the eye and the convincing innocence of kindness. Local sports bar of Kingman, the dark wood on the [...]

• gaining & roosters.

  Ah one of the small sweet joys of life. Perhaps a good song, and a good thought. I find it funny how we consider ourselves different yet we are so much alike. The continuous search for love? Interesting. Lately I have really thought of what this thing might mean, not actually being in love, but the actual [...]