it has been a while since words crystallised my thoughts....it is not like i have not been thinking...no, anything but. my head is abuzz with the zipping around of my thoughts, banging into one another. not crashing and destroying each other, but providing each other with that impetus, that push, which propels them into greater speed and higher frequency.
it is not like life is empty and therefore thoughts abound. each day rushes by, the sound of it zipping by almost throwing me off balance. yet, sometimes, life just swirls around me in its hurry, while i seem to be rooted at one spot. a hunger, a deep gnawing kind of hunger is consuming me these days. a desperation is eating into my innards, making me feel almost faint with the vacuum that it creates. a hunger for passion, for an all consuming ownership, to be occupied in thought and in feeling. nothing consumes me lately. nothing has. and i dont seem to be consuming anyone. A life where something does not consume me, or i do not consume someone, is a life that is like a placid body of water. no ripple. no movement. no sign of life. there is a madness that is my own, that i own, that needs to own me. life needs to make me breathless. it needs to make my heart skip a beat, it needs to roughly pull me into its arms and own me. rough me up. hold me close. disrupt my breathing. quicken my heartbeat.
make me feel alive.
it is not like life is empty and therefore thoughts abound. each day rushes by, the sound of it zipping by almost throwing me off balance. yet, sometimes, life just swirls around me in its hurry, while i seem to be rooted at one spot. a hunger, a deep gnawing kind of hunger is consuming me these days. a desperation is eating into my innards, making me feel almost faint with the vacuum that it creates. a hunger for passion, for an all consuming ownership, to be occupied in thought and in feeling. nothing consumes me lately. nothing has. and i dont seem to be consuming anyone. A life where something does not consume me, or i do not consume someone, is a life that is like a placid body of water. no ripple. no movement. no sign of life. there is a madness that is my own, that i own, that needs to own me. life needs to make me breathless. it needs to make my heart skip a beat, it needs to roughly pull me into its arms and own me. rough me up. hold me close. disrupt my breathing. quicken my heartbeat.
make me feel alive.
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