trocc

now i'm out walking
on saturday morning
without a direction, i'm a dime a dozen
a worthless tourist
a walking target
with his eyes stuck on
glue and paper
no roof to crawl under
but with a heart full of rain, a heart full of rain
full as the clouds


i don't need to see you
i just need to feel you when we make love
feel you in the dark feel you in the future
when we make love

lately, addicted to yearning. straining at perceived boundaries. dreaming