the weight of ink is heavier than blood for it carries the passion and intensity of a heart set free through the mountains, the seas, the valleys scribbling its way on to pages of our minds leaving us wanting more, begging our pens to flow endlessly, for the pleasure of some and the decay of others.
hungry, i breathe into the veins of your neck and with my tongue, i taste your flesh. hot breath stains your skin, as i run my hands over your porcelain body. hungry, i tear into you. as you moan for more, i know that i have won. you will be begging and i will be leaving.
suddenly i feel as if the world is spinning and i am no longer apart of the gravitational hold i float, up up up they say this is paranoia that i am apart of this universe i am firmly planted on the ground but my legs don’t move when i walk and my head is starting to hurt from the altitude i glide through the air, through life, until they wrap their arms around me bringing me further and further into their world you need to be normal you need to walk you need to exist but i feel my existence must be lie, there are parts of me missing i am not one with this earth i am bound for the sky for there must be something for me in the horizon ahead