Peripheral

getting delirious, desperate to be correct, i boil. I loathe my actions as i've become so careful i turn careless with my dream. and i'm sorry i don't even know how to act anymore, the good life gets you spoiled. and i, well, have no more metaphoric teeth. i've eaten myself sick and silly. what grave sins i commit these days, hedonism, glutton, jealousy, greed...so tempting. but you, my love i've not lost sight of. i need refocus on what's important. the simple. it was just so simple...

could it be, would it be? hell it should be so simple. it was hardly past simple to fall for you. and i don't know whether to catch this drop or that, or move this for or that, so i stay. silent, i need to return to base one. remember what it was i did to quiet my thoughts and just listen. crystal clear as your gaze is, my own vision impeded both physically and mentally now in times of stress not worthy of the name. little matters i found reason to exclaim hail and help me....but you did and i'm greatful...

so let the heat collect and the steam burn my temples...wait...why? she states the truth and her distaste for my action, what do i do? act a damn fool. and for this i must repent, do nothing, and not resent. i've lost the message her heart would so whisper to me. i would never, in the ever, fuck up my path to righteouness, that is your love. so say it softly, please, let me keep it. let me in on the secret...

knowledge gained from my fail, i'll strive to keep this...cuz this is the newest of my passions. first it was the japanese tattooing, then it was the kid cudi and the jay-z, and the shoes and the clothes, but how could i? why would i? compare this goddess, she?...she is the music, she is the percussion, she is the rhythmn keeping me up at night. and like my sir common, he speaks for me what i think of her as a body so godly, would it be worth testing her faith in me? i would be better to show this growing faith within...believe this movement. this clearing of space.

my complex hymn, my orchestrated sound of music, my lover, i madly...adore. this i have come to, and want to stay always. come be with me my indian summer storm, my surging tides and swells, my dusky orange skies, my crisp winter air. watch with me as the edges of the world fade with each natural bead plummeting, kamakazi, on our window. dull lighting and grey skies on our perfect UK day. i'd rather no one else but you, to stay.