hot and cold

My sensibility runs out of my nose and between my legs. Delerious spoons and preoccupations. Passing on my cold in the early afternoon between conversation and cups of tea. Playing hot potatoe with my insecurities. Try to keep them in my pocket and end up not being able to sit down.

Conversations about boundries at the gate. After much discussion we agree it's all ambigous.

How do I swim with my head above water when I've become accustomed to scuba diving? Self taught morse code with flashlight and a rope. Coming up for air too quickly and pushing too much oxygen into my blood. No wonder my face is flushed.

my mind is as erratic as this post.