madrid entry 2007 : lisbon entry entry 2007 : goethe notebook

what a beautiful park! what a sunny day here in Madrid. god love this place, god I am so afraid of this place. it feels like i am walking around with some terrible, overwhelming secret. and someone, the waiter, a girl, will find it out. find me out for whoever i am. taking hands, long slender fingers and prying open my mouth. moving past my teeth and slowly grabbing that terrible secret. maybe it is dark. like a masked face. i can be afraid.

black chucks

eleven day old jeans hot and tight

And all I've done is wandered,

I've been tired

I always feel strung out

coming off an addiction

All i can do is keep moving

until im through

times moves slower with their nothing

ever being in front

but it all

all of it seems to end sooner

things cropping up

that need do. 

running out of pages

might be out of things to do

watching them sell drugs in a

small park overlooking the sea