Stay there

Sanity is an overpowering drug
I wish I had none of it
to be crazy enough
to justify self destruction
and have people nod their heads
by way of understanding
that perhaps it was expected of the person
because they've always been so odd
those flaws are but an addition
to the personality that was always off
but were I to do something
that I've been meaning to in a while
in the longest time
that which every cell in my body agrees to
I'd be a wretched person
who broke the norm
the happy homes
the loving hearts
the wrecker, the traitor, the liar

Questions

I have a good many questions regarding the parfum and this particular one too..I reserve a particular fondness for its extremely special scent that is categorically unnatural in the most captivating sense and I'm intrigued in a way that makes me want to immediately know.
Spill it darling.

Tit bits

This is probably the very last leg of tea drinking weather.
Not my usual morning cuppa but the oolongs and the rooibos' and the chamomile's that are typical dunked in hot water and sipped upon during quiet moments because the weather gets warmer, muggier and more claustrophobic by the moment.
The urge to dunk your head in a vat of ice and glug on near frozen water increases by the day and maybe it's time to increase the number of ice trays in the fridge.
I have no water bottles to keep in the refrigerator because there is no concept of fridge bottles here but of course I improvise and how lovely it is to simply shove your hand in the fridge and come out with ice cold coffee brew, which reminds me to make some.
Walking the dogs in this oppressive heat will get only more trying by the day and I know the need for ice cold tea will soon replace the hot ones I'm currently drinking and so maybe cold tea brew is also on the list of things to do.

Dinner time and I have not the will to cook.
—
What's for dinner then or lunch?
Tell me nice things, darling.
Heart aplenty.

dream fuzz

Sometimes I have absolutely no dreams and those occasions are almost always but for a few nighttime anomalies when my dreams are colourful, rampant in their realness and sometimes delicious even, as was the case last night or maybe during the very early hours of the morning.

It was the most romantic and violent dream, both factors absolutely not intertwined and different parts of the dream plot.

The romance in question was not a lusting passionate affair of naked writhing bodies but in fact, a very warm butterfly in the stomach inducing initial attraction, that irresistible infatuation ridden with anxiety and a desperate wish to see the other person kind of affair.

And the violence that seemed to be the main theme of the dream, took place in jungles which had me wearing cargo pants, combat boots with a plain white tee (an attire reminiscent from college times when that was what I often wore during autumn months) touting a weapon which was a sort of laser emitting flame thrower and there was gut-churning gore, mad ambushes, booby traps, rippling hearts and spleens falling out of broken bodies, blood spurting like a waterfall from dying men painting the jungle red and a moment later blood speckled faces coming face to face in a kiss.

There was a chair for one on whom sat two people, it might have been me because only the back was visible and the hair had that voluminous wavy quality wrapped in a hug, a ludicrously warm mouth touching my face; that my head was in an enraptured loop of exciting tizzy would be putting it mildly because every second was so real.

The fear and the frenzy both so palpable I could taste it, and imagine the heartbreaking reality of it all being a dream.

Misses tonight

When you spoke to me in tongues
that swirled inside my mouth
when you spilled your thoughts
all over my face

Thee

Kiss me with that filthy mouth
one that opens in a groan
And spills out sentences
filled with my favourite words

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Nighttime and I couldn't say
what the heart desires
each night
and everyday