angel syndrome's picture

I dream a little bit about the chance of seeing you, what I would say and what you would. This anguish is terrible, yes, but exhilarating, pornographic almost. It is something and it is real, visceral.

Sometimes I am filled with moments of great clarity, where things make sense. Then others I am unable to move forward.

And I think:
"Keep moving"
"Keep falling"

However, the importance lies not in the fall but in the landing.

(so back to daydreams...)

Heaven leaves a scar, too. Drowning in opiate tears, spitting piss-beer, I claimed my oblivion. Bit my lip to blood, and it meant nothing.

Comfort me and send me to morphine sleep,


Lehcure's picture

Keep falling, yes, but don't

Keep falling, yes, but don't fall through nor short...fall asleep :) and have nighttime dreams, and I hope they're comforting.