honestly?

my head purrs like holden dreaming. searching for content in the context. a split second helpings to fill my plate with taste.

beyond the cryptic and the mystic what do these conversations mean? if i could vent the air would blow through the cold. rise to the ceiling as physics demands. would a more explicit version fade into perversity? have we really seen it all before?

the truth is i am at a crossroads and the signs are in a language that i cannot read. i am trying to decipher desire from pretense. i am too preoccupied with memento moris to live in the moment.

i just want a path that is flat and clear
but you can't climb hills without changing gears
and breaking a sweat every now and then