You and me, I can see us dying, are we?
Touch me. How do people touch me? How does eveyone bloody touch me? Close up, oyster shell like and there are pick axes that find their way in.
You caught me on the raw, and with but few words had me falling to the floor, in ecstasy, anxiety and trust. (Yes I know its a bad thing to quote yourself…I will go on)
Touch…in a word, on the grass, on your bed, touch… Do you ever get so that around and around your head thoughts go on buzzing like flies? And when you try and close up thats when they keep on going?
And it’s the eyes it’s nowhere else as I go to London, to Japan, across the grass to the pharmacy, it’s your eyes. There are too many things falling out of my head at the moment and their being replaced by such random stuff.
Touch wrap Thyme in grasss and swallow to repair the damage. Too many thoughts and too many memories, I’m sure it would just be easier to go Eternal Sunshines route..The world forgetting by the world forgot except that I couldn’t there are too manby smiles….
Head stuff, not making sense. Going to London tommorrow. Need to clean my mind.
Touch…take me in your arms as long as everyone closes their eyes. Close your eyes. Close your eyes. Touch.