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Mmm, I love those vibrations.
Oh yes, I let them run all over my body.
It’s such a buzz to feel it on my throat.
I get high from down below.
You can even add a sound, it creates double the fun they say.
These good vibrations come from different places, different times, and different faces.
It’s not the content, but the sensation.
It’s not the context, but the gratification.
And when I see her there, those vibrations aren’t there.
So I just want to go home, to look forward to feeling more.
But they are no longer there.
I miss tripping over all those clothes piles
I miss untangled that mess of wires
I miss moving the plastic container boxes to get to my books
I miss holding my body against the door to keep it open
I miss climbing over a body to get to the shower
All that clutter, I miss it so.
What felt soft now feels numb
What felt hard now feels numb
What felt cold now feels numb
What felt warm now feels numb
What felt worthwhile now feels numb
These fingers of mine can only feel Cortopin, itches, and cuts.
It’s the new sensation, and I’m quick to the touch.
I’m waiting for the sun to set
I’m waiting for a new tomorrow
I’m waiting for the man
I’m also waiting for the woman
I’m waiting for something to change
But to be really honest
I’m just waiting for my bus to come.
I’ve been waiting for fifty minutes
And it’s cold!
There is a light in my life so bright I can no longer sleep through the darkest of days.
It never dims, and it never burns out.
It’s a light that pushes you towards it,
even through headaches
or through sleep deprived eyes
And so each day is brighter
Those LED light bulbs were a good idea, after all.
You find them in town
by cathedrals and churches
and in my backyard.
Yes, I used an Americanism.
I’m sorry, no really, I am.
To make up for it, I’ll invite you into my Christmas market. It’s inside, it’s outside, it’s everywhere you want and don’t want it to be.