No ecstasy or opium, my veins do not have dope in them To find what has me so high strung: my lungs, you’d have to open them You kiss my lips, you stroke my neck and I can only hope... Continue reading →
mind: Heart? heart: … mind: …I presume you aren’t speaking to me today. heart: … mind: You have got to stop carrying on this way. I can’t take your bouts of sadness. Really, it’s depressing. And you know that the... Continue reading →
heart: it’s all your fault. mind: …i pray that you aren’t actually blaming me so early in the morning. heart: you are the one who gave her a headache in the middle of the night. mind: i had nothing to... Continue reading →
heart: i can’t believe you really think that you control everything. mind: what do you mean? i run these parts. i am her thinking engine. heart: i’d like to see how that matters. she can’t live without a pulse. i... Continue reading →