From the corner of my eyes
How vulnerable you looked
Not like a lost child
But more like
Someone who wants to run away from
Things unknown to him.
How I wanted to smoothen your ruffled thoughts.
But in our world
You would not know how to react.
Poor you.
fresh trash!
The cave that is there holding all the black inside.
Looked like there was no place for us.
But we took light in there and saw it shrink.
Making room for us.
And all the light shrunk and died.
And we turned back, black.
my favorite excerpts from On The Road.
They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream.
A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Whither goest thou, America
Life is life, and kind is kind.
Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.
You don't die enough to cry.
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