faitH

Cause you've got to have faith, a faith, a faith.

notE tO selF:

When your woman comes up to you and puts a gun to your head and cocks it, then screams until her face is bright red and spit is flying in every direction, this is her way of saying, "Honey, could we talk about something?"

Try not to "over-react."

xanaX

slightly over medicated is the place to be 
when you've jumped out of your skin and the wind's sandpap'ry
you can feel the acid rain run off your back and though 
you smell it you don't feel it burn your soft tissue
I wish I had enough drugs to maintain this state 
I could get through life without acknowledging heartbreak
I'd just move from here to there without a single tear
And then I'd be just like you wouldn't I, my dear?

thE nexT steP

stepping from one day to the next
stepping from one hour to the next
stepping from one minute to the next
the stones are small and unsteady and too far apart
and the water rushes by wildly shaking its hair and laughing maniacally
anxious and hungry for my bones and flesh and soul

sometimes I just want to stand still
but that's not a choice, the stones I'm standing on are already giving way
sinking into the turbulent water
there is no path behind me

so two choices:
fall into the water
or take the next step

witH heR

it was like living in a house with rotted floors
so that everything--
                                making love in the bedroom
                                walking down the hallway to the bathroom
                                drinking coffee in the kitchen
                                sitting on the sofa to watch a movie
                                                                                         --was
fraught with danger and the imminent possibility of disaster
even just standing still and breathing

and so every minute held the possibility of being the last
every word cast an ominous shadow
and gravity's sonorous laugh was the background noise of my life
with her