The only personally I take

January 13, 2009
Ask me how I took my coffee yesterday…
I took it personally, I think I’ll say.
And then it’s fermented tea till nine, a drink too divine to swallow…
I plan this loneliness ahead till ten p.m., though the unexpected rush eventually sets in.
A welcomed hot shower is cold in its comforts, as foreign beads of sweat spiral down my spine.
Isn’t this as good as my superficial sex, gets?
Awkwardness present in the things I do, I illustrate with sanity in the back.
I considered myself sane up till this point…
Anxious enough to rest, so as to finally relax;
I bore myself in bed; where I dream of running away as far as my potential will carry me…
And still hide in its depths of secrecy.

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