You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.
Archive for July, 2011
“Well, I hate to break it to you, but there is no big lie. There is no system. The universe is indifferent.”
-Mad Men
The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile
The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you
The days, the months, the years, despair
One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer
-DMX, Who We Be
