Between two

[Celestial Dung]

Dried mouthed and unloving I aproach her back against the wall telling her everything through zipped lips.

Be with me I said while pacing the distance between us hand cocked up developing a border that will hold us together.

She wonders why I'm so unemotionallly fragile and a desperate lover of apathy. I'm the most politest of buggered off people I know, always sincere but never the whole package

I think in smaller times I would be a suit of armour. A simple mechanism to keep out the warmth. In this fashion I can accomplish very little.

Tell you what if you listen to enough Janis Joplin you'll discover that love is nothing but painful memories of what it's like to be human. And you'll smack yourself everytime you fall for someone. But always it's a return to that feeling of depth and warmth. In this occasion it's best to keep your distance and smile pleasently as if nothing is occuring.

I wear my heart on my sleeve but I have the habit of brusing it off.